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Note

Note

ride around

in my car

down the same streets

looking for what

no answer in the fountain

just wasted wishes there

the train is coming

down the track

on time

and the coffee

in my cup

is cold

but I drink it

anyway

and the blue bird

teeters on the tip of a tree

that hasn’t formed its height and width

and I can hear a rumble

overhead

looks like a shark to me

and my head is aching

like my heart

and I haven’t a word to say

to you

that you haven’t heard

so I’ll sit where I sit

then get up

and run

somewhere

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery