Poetry by | June 18, 2017

I saw
a tenebrous sky looks down on
a dilapidated shanty that houses
a invalid senescent who’s playing
a stringless guitar,
I looked down
only to see the same
in the puddle.

Jet is from the City of “Golden Frindship”, but please don’t generalize.

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