#Poem Nearly Shot Now

Nearly shot now

The mystery advances
sunlight hollows

Traces of despair
Dappled Orchards
sweet fruit
dropped

You can trace the current along the Embankment
Ruts painted red on the walkway
The music of the city
an old man
kicks a dream
a tin can

All the while
from grand & impossible
down to petty satisfaction
you won’t see
what you’ve lost

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