911A Poem by h d e rushinSuddenly it happens; stops happening. then unbeknownst people fall from the sky like litter on the expressway near my home falls and gathers nearest the iron fence. For fear of bending over, of seeing the notes written on the neatest lines by elementary school children, (the sixmos of immaculate un-harm) I don't rush to pick it up. I just let it sit there skeletonized, plotting my revenge. © 2015 h d e rushinReviews
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