Loneliness

It’s a Saturday night,

Men hang around the porticos,

Laughing and smoking away

The aroma of toil wafting

Around their limp sinews.

***

I trudge on the sidewalk,

Joining shoulders with men and women,

Inhaling the loneliness of their

Weed-soaked breath.

We are the fallen of the city.

 

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