carbon dust and asphalt

cruel sun and trash

acid breeze is smoky

crumpled bits of cash

cardboard in his fingers

black from vanished soap

he thinks of different times

and evil torment hope

the linen was so soft

she was flowers in the air

on damp concrete he dreams

of wind in her hair


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