The First Draft
Monday, January 23, 2012
Winter
White paint covers
the graffiti
that used to
be on each wall of the men's restroom
at the coffeehouse where I studied
law and such.
A cold wind blows
down these empty
streets and through leaf-less trees in this town --
my town, alone and missing some-
one so much.
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