steady
like a couple mourning doves
honest
before the wake
puddles
and overflowing bird baths shiver
beyond
the
forest is starting to fill in
no
guarantee for the self-righteous
the
avenue stays empty
between
rain drops
camus
would wear a trench coat
turn
up his gray collar
the
pizza joint on woods run
stays
shuttered
acid
gray creeps up from the river
cold
steel hangs like a sky hook
your
tongue sings through the railroad trestle
rust
& all
pundits
get ready to cash in their words
the
hospital keeps humming
steam
for the autoclave
---
e b bortz
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