The future comes
from behind
like a thief
the present
is the scream
of a purse
the past
a crowded
silent train
as the doors
close
Somewhere
in the city
a shadow reaches
into an empty pocket
april 15 2004
not here, but here
The future comes
from behind
like a thief
the present
is the scream
of a purse
the past
a crowded
silent train
as the doors
close
Somewhere
in the city
a shadow reaches
into an empty pocket
april 15 2004
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