one whole side
of the fence
stained by rain
hasn’t fallen
today
too much hair
he thinks
as humidity
takes over
in the
northeast
where everyone
can be rude
and so few
connect for real
so many
mistakes
forgotten as
night rolls
closer to the
edge
and it’s gets
sharper
each time he
falls
he rises higher
when he comes
back to collect
what he knows
he has earned
some respect
from a few
days go by
without eyes
but never
without the mind…
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