Card
- Tim Martin
- Jun 15, 2020
- 1 min read
For Shawn
millions of tiny exiles
like eggs at creeks edge
my heart is an eastern city
overlooking demonstrations
graffiti disrupts its
cement hive mind
words attempt togetherness
parade, protest, rebel
no more next things
with palsied grasp of time
it’s your birthday
& i say hello
that is enough
to remember i once belonged
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