in doll rags/

©2022 Michael Raven

this wandering of soul
meanderings of mind
cutting smooth edges rough
chill arms wave across from
street corner time and space
whispering, spirit fade

this is a dying
buried under years windowed
crashed smashed shattered
i recall less than before
tap sharp rap hard on concrete
on my hardened head cracking
the nut brown me
chilled
alone
wrapped
in rags

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