Monday, April 08, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day Eight, Poem Eight


Start

All beautiful
get off
three stops
before.

Shoot past
knowing
whereever you
step down

is where
the end
of everything
begins.

No one
wants you
dragging
your feet

unless
when they
drag you
here to there.

Teh young
smile nervously
not knowing
what to do

with someone
older that
they do not
respect,

groomed
to the dust
on their gloves
for inspections.


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