Separations

No sun
just my empty shoes,
a shadow dangling
against the sky
beating black.
And my feet harmonious
with the oily street
while the stars seem
to step from me
and the lights look away–
your windows.
But I am a part of this,
my dirty feet are
a part of me
and a part of you.


Posted a shortened version of this on Twitter.

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