On NYC Beach

the tracks are trailing everywhere,
they cross in lines and circles —
the world is black and white, right now:
where are the golds and purples?

when was that march in new orleans?
how do i get it back?
the trail’s around me, every way –
but i have just
lost track

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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