by Angelica Toumbas

Evening transport
Champagne glow, shades
August, sitting window-side
The front row, the front row

Tires mark, concrete burns
At the station
Waiting curbside
By the turn, by the turn

Paper thrown off the bridge side
Bricks drown hopes
Ten year olds see
Earth and air collide, earth and air collide

Midnight loss and neon signs
The outline of ghosts
And reason and rhyme, and reason and rhyme

Cities speak of paths to trace
Dawn glimmers
Noon whispers
The words exchanged, the words exchanged

Riverside kingdoms and
Bottomless envy
We cast our lines
Art and injury, art and injury

In these streets our paths crossed
The gates and Septembers
The words and words
And words we lost

Silver skies, gold success
Falling years bring
These Silhouettes

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