I walk down this street between the raindrops,
one suitcase drawn along my hem. The last
few years drag as wheels along wet gravel.
Time and space, left at the curb,
masking as puddles, messy pools of us.

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4 Comments on “Purge”

  1. August 10, 2015 at 3:03 pm #


  2. August 7, 2015 at 3:48 pm #

    Last line was absolutely beautiful. Really loved this

    • August 7, 2015 at 4:30 pm #

      Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for your comment.

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