fair warning, marketa
i don't know who they are
but they say
cream rises to the top we found the
cream today a little park
atop one of the
cities highest hills free of needles and
piss and sodden cardboard kids
were playing
parents were idling away the while
on their devices or chatting and
if it wasn't bucolic it
was close enough they say whoever
they are sap rises in
springtime
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2019-03-31 at 00:44
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