Lesson 48

Underneath the marquee moon, we peddled
silverware for the upstanding gentlemen
hurrying home so the break of dawn
wouldn't catch a whiff of their crimes, and yet
none looked at us, not even when
we robbed them blind, in the city’s storm.

How unfathomable to be invisible!
How wonderful to be alone!




Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-11-20 at 08:16

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very complicated for me but I can sense the beauty in it

I feel that I miss something here

cheers!
2024-11-20


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Loving the sounds and images of this one, the cadence carries its story quite seamlessly as well! 👍🏻
2024-11-20