C Street Blues
The sun nurses screaming out
all along C street. Children’s heads
overflow the curbs and wash our lawns
with dream. It’s hard to know
when to pull your cup out from under
the fall of red-lipped days. In the sky
a mouth murmurs and the space of my body
breaks with the weight of roots.
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