for Laura
funny how the days slip by
an urban surrender
to a time tsunami
filling the tide pools
of the nighttime’s passing cars
it hurts too much
this world of scars and sharp steel
I have no other way to talk to you
do not race your wheels too slowly
we have too much to do and say
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Thanks Laura for all your wonderful comments. I read your poem and had to respond, as I found it quite moving. You and tne muse seem to have a steady thing going!
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