Brown and black bodies crawl
through our alleys
like ants at a picnic
sifting through the overflow of
our wastefulness for
the treasures we throw away
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
The crumbs
Labels:
outofmywindow,
poetry,
poetry prompt,
recycle,
sheofthewildwrites
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