The roosters crow at midnight
here
and the sky is never ever clear
only downcast days
to match the downcast
faces
of the people wishing
there were better
places
to go where they could
be happy and live free
where the sun sets
into the deep blue sea
instead of into the landfills
that stretch so high
that sometimes it's hard
to see the sky
everyone blows out
their birthday candles
to the wish of getting out
but we all still
sit on the front porch
with our hearts
full of doubt. |
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