The thoughts feel shrouded
The thoughts fill up
This is the nature of daylight
A rising tide of details
Among the memories
Of the haunted mind
Someone Swedish
Is carrying on a stilted chat
In German with someone English
A bartender takes exception
To a joke about the Guinness
And he and the customer have words
A tenant is evicted
A tenant is evicted
A tenant is evicted for the last time
The concrete is darker
On the sidewalk where it’s wet
Or from oil splotches in parking spots
And the red twigs of bushes tremble
In the wind outside the hospital
Of the nature of daylight
Tuesday, February 13, 2024
People Will Come After You
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