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



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