bystander
high-beamed lights
pass you
seemlessly
your saddened
face
flickered
the red, silken
moon
watched above
your buggie
with too many
bags
we shouldn’t
get used
to this
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Good to live in a month when poets will tell it like it is.
I like this stanza: “your buggie/ with too many/ bags.”
Yes, we should not get used to this.
A sharp punch to the gut. This moves me.
Says so much in just a few paint strokes!