Just Another Derelict In The Fog

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Just Another Derelict In The Fog

(Early 2009. Inspired in part by my dear friend Haley.)

In the place where the leaves kiss the brambles
and the moonlight and the streetlamps mingle recklessly,
after the watchmen are sleeping,
before the birds start singing,
you will find me—
A derelict in the fog,
eyes skyward,
heart backwards,
smoking against the wind.

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