SALT AIR

on the crowded sidewalk

he felt his hands were lost

 

day was slipping silently

into a breezy evening

 

the aroma of salt air

filled the pocket of his senses

 

city lights robbed

the glory of stars

making faint a

crescent moon

 

he mumbled a prayer

like church candles

soul dripping

 

he was a suitcase

full of words

while walking the

dark


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