Year: 
2015

Smoke and cats in culvert ways,
trapped beneath the tracks,
leading east t’wards the smoke and cats
in chimney stacks and alleyways.

Curled behind a barrel fire
‘neath the overpass above;
its bronzen light his only love
in the face of nature’s ire.

Atop the slabs and slabs of stone,
another missing soul drives by – 
unaware and with a sigh
he runs a wretch’s culvert home.

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