02 oct 2018, Iris & June

Updated: Oct 25, 2018

Long black.


I see construction workers by my window.

This city needs building

and rebuilding

and adjusting the place

for all the beating, bleeding hearts

and wandering minds

and restless hands

that try to make it a home.

I see these men,

although they don't always see me,

or the people who enjoy

the warmth they create, and the shiny dreams they uphold.


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