SPARKY

There’s a chance to enter

forgot.

A way to avoid being found.

To disconnect.

To welcome the cold over

a warm coat while standing

with alone.

 

It’s also a place for a rescue

from flavored languages

the last bus home

while leaving behind

suspicious glances,

worn velvet movie seats

and a three legged cat named

Sparky.

 

Working hitchhiker hands

and a desire,

another way out drives up.

 

 

 

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