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Wait

on the corner I have a friend

who every day is troubled

by the silent birds with long

tails flicking on lamp posts

denying they are creatures of

sound. I thought his heart

would break waiting for them

to release a sweet song to help

him shatter all the time

he spends turning in circles

beneath city windows that

never open. the unknown

that swallows so many

yearly is always in front

of him but he tauntingly

waits for a sweet dream

to resist the morose world of

the walking dead. now and again,

he will stand on the corner

kneading bread with a big

smile that announces a perfect

hope is to him nearer, still.