May 12, 2017
Sleeping Streets - #12 of 365 Poems
Sleeping Streets – #12 of 365 Poems
The street slept like a little baby sometimes curled in a corner with trash toys scattered around it. As the night slipped its way out of darkness people started walking on it like cockroaches. Well walking would be the wrong word They first crawled slowly out of their dungeons and then kneeled down some went still others graduated from kneels to stands and then finally into walks. Slowly the…
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