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The Riot

August 7, 2019 | poems | Permalink

She lives in the wind or so the riot tells me. A golden flame, a pale rapture, an elemental catastrophe, all of this, and more, the riot will say. An invisible trail, she leaves, on the streets we have walked, in our rumbled bed. But she is never lesser. Her hours of toil beget mere […]