A deserted breeze hangs and waits
and talks with staggered shapes in the sky
like a melancholic child,
held behind
and forced to face the wall
as better taught and better-tempered children
dig for ancient ruins
just outside;
styrofoam cup
plastic bag
banana peel
A shameless wind
disturbs these artifacts
and fills the void
as a shameless child
desires.
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I enjoy the images this creates in my mind, stirring things I can't put into words. Nice work.