Another Morning

Somewhere between the pollen and the brick dust
Awaits a warden
A witch in broken clothes
A lackie

When paper was poetry
Our riddle was only life
Yuppies jumped a fever
Toddlers danced

These lovers must allow a moment’s rest
For to sway is to waver
And wavering can be to wash

Arrested plans are rubber palaces
Gleaming as they melt in the sun

But there is amongst the broken glass
A shaft of light
A chance
A straggler

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