Sunday, January 30, 2011

In this city of Christian affluence
separated from the flock

he awakes on the sunstriped boardwalk

imprisoned by loneliness
in a damp canvas sheet.

1 comment:

  1. What a candid statement your poem makes here. Sad but true.


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