Chad Parenteau: Poet For Hire
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Sunday, April 12, 2020
NaPoWriMo, Day Twelve, Poem Eleven
Wrote this last night. Too tired to post it.
Street Smart
Glove river
long gutter
leads to every
busy window
voices break
on through
like sweat
in faceguards
one of sixteen
wearing masks
uncovered
line up
fight for first
place, final party.
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