She’s collecting stars
Strewn upon the pavement, blind
Sweeping shop keeper
.
Friend to the bottle
Curls softly beneath the smoke
A cigarette bud
.
I can read the lines
Blisters tell us we’re stronger
Callus on my hands
.
Flower-stand baby
At the intersection where
The cars pass him by
.
Farewell family
Next to a slaughtered forest
A dying tree seeds
.
Exiled to a cart
God, tell her she’s forgiven
So she can go home
.
A stale smell downstairs
Follow a cough and the blues
Rain, wet cigarettes
.
All quiet except
A guitar in the alley
Stars shine through his soul
.
