green space
i scrape my knee on concrete
bleed my soul across hard corners
as green curls up
spreading light
across my eye
a busy intersection
burps out noise
angry calls of tire screech
a finger flipped
a tongue wagged
hard
in the soft hum
of a bird’s chirping tune
lips curve upwards
tongues danced
soft
a place to rest
my breathe.








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