Wednesday, January 10, 2024

Untitled - Marc

 UNTITLED


Standing silently

with hands clasped behind them

Necks stretching to watch

The agile fingers working


Hoping for a miracle

As the frigid wind

Brings them closer

on this desolate street


But the sounds make it clear that

Despite his best, there will be no miracles today

The man shakes his head

And calls the tow truck

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