lonely shined down
from two lights
above a rusted
gas station sign
onto a cracked
pavement
forming two irregular
circles
a short distance
from two cars
at the buildings side
waiting like
two expectant fathers
for a berth
on hydraulic lifts
locked for the night
behind garage doors
until morning
when all the doors
open, releasing
the sound of
tools working
and cash exchanging
at a stained counter
next to a
gumball machine
begging for a
penny
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Author:
shadow424 (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2021 20:01
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Comments1
what we Shamefully do: to each other...
what we defiantly Endure: for, each other...
and in the hairline difference - between
exist, all the wonder
on our lives
that makes it all
worthwhile...
(thanks for sharing
such a genuinely intriguing read)
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