Tonight's Poet Corner: Six Fifty-One
Six Fifty-One
by Belinda Roddie
There's a rip in the sky
where the clouds split open
like a dinosaur's eye
in a cinematic sunset. The
traffic's slowing down, but
the lights are green, and I
don't remember where I live,
but I know where to find a drink.
by Belinda Roddie
There's a rip in the sky
where the clouds split open
like a dinosaur's eye
in a cinematic sunset. The
traffic's slowing down, but
the lights are green, and I
don't remember where I live,
but I know where to find a drink.
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