Two beat-up old traffic cones
hiding under the viaduct
tell no story
Unrelated slimy chivalry
remains unsaid
The sound of fighting cocks
in the distance
spare smart skeptics
their perfect love
Beautiful souls from another planet
tossing random bones
not made of glass
One less pair of sandals at my door
makes me cry a little
the beach plastic will know
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
