ebbortz

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

busk your poems

the street is your canvas
every shard of glass
a point that cuts
to the chase

let the rain
run the ink
like a closed up storefront
on the way outta town

another highway
crawls in obedience
your backpack
     defiance

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, April 12, 2013)

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