cement warms to the sun,
and a dog yelps in pain.
tiling feverishly,
a single worker burned into steam,
evaporating in convectional cycles,
a desire tolled between rhythm;
Word by soul, Relief by wish.
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Author:
fkoshk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2023 02:24
- Comment from author about the poem: A title like 'Recycled' gives it finality. So the title is now 'Recycle'.
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