the steady drone of
wanton traffic
swimming past me
a stream of faces
♦
your voice that echoes
grips me
carries me onward
forward still
♦
i’ll yearn
for days like these
when
i am too weary to dream
♦
but for now
i yield and
succumb
to the haze of sleep…
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Author: Benjamin Sawon
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