The homeless man with blond hair,
who passes by our window,
he is screaming at his own screaming
again and again.
The echo of a siren,
the cry of an ambulance
carrying ghosts through the city.
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A collection of short poems
2 comments:
This one catches the attention and holds it, great 'concrete' imagery in this one. ;)
Bob
he is screaming at his own screaming
again and again.
Wow. Intense. This is a remarkable poem.
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