Dwellers

Darkness follows us.
Car tires sneak
through these streets.
Above, headlights
smile and rumble
in on-coming traffic.
Below we keep our lives
hidden like graves.

 

We shoot out the sun
and day vanishes
into concrete as we
listen to the apostrophes
of tired blind men
click their canes
down unnumbered
alleys. The dust
under this bridge
never settles.
 We look
into the muddy sky
where the gray light
of night pulls us
away. Always
the traffic to remind
us we breathe.

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