the town is grey-blue.
grey-blue billows out of bushes and sidewalks
the wind pushes it around and birds use it
to get high.
the town is silently clamoring
full of sound and void
Change caterpillars through generations,
eating and leaving behind.
freedom hopscotches up the road
I can feel its exponential approach
as I wait
suspended
for the moment of contact
Your poetry is great and showing so much more depth!
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Thank you!
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