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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