Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Too Late

Wind teases relief
It's just more hot air
Blowing through this endless night
From which there is no escape
Roaming the street
No one here but my shadow
Creeping up on me
Like the time I'm running out of
Darkened windows and locked doors
They won't let me in
Only the moon to guide me
To the other side of the hill
Sirens cry in the distance
They got there too late

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