ASPHALT BLANKET
The window
cries with me
she sees all
doesn't judge
but feels
The pain
I'm surrounded by
and bathing in
since I remembered
to remember
The past roads
potholes puncturing
pristine nature
covering it with
a asphalt blanket
Can we go back
to a time with
paths in the grass
wide enough to
say hello
as we pass
Or will we
continue to live
next to neighbors
we do not
know
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29 April 2018
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Doghaus