Sunday, October 02, 2005


morning in the city
can be so sublime
grab my notebook
hit the streets seeking ryhmes
there I find you
street busses and cans
add colors to the world
channeled down through my hands
and I give them to you
life in the city
just an image away
a dream trapped in a memory
unable to play
desire makes you distant
now I sit in the rain

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