Talkers’ Park:
Talkers’ park comes alive in the early dawn
as muttering misfits arise from dewy grasses.
Pavement pranksters begin pacing like frantic phantoms,
while frosted afros perch themselves wearily along Sandburg’s wall of odes.
Sorrow cascades down their worn faces like oversized trench coats. -C. Jines

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