This night
A car I hear
outside my window
out from the forth floor
Is it a cab, or a wagon perhaps?
ready to pick someone up, or deliver the bags
One more engine
heard above the street-vine
this time so smooth
no people
just drivers
no harm
nor adventures
no after-party dwellers
nor any friends outside
just my lonely ear
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-10-27 at 05:24
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