Rugged Individualisms
The middle aged bike rider stops
Three feet away from me
Ignoring my salutation
He’s on his own
The teenaged boys share
Stories of fighting
other gangs
They’re on their own
The city workers on their break
Eating sandwiches complaining
About boss
Are on their own
The retired white joggers
Without masks who don’t
Make way on the path
Are on their own
I’m typing this on my phone
Looking at a dozen other
People doing this
Welcome to America
<Deleted User> (13740)
Thu 9th Jul 2020 00:34
It's been awhile since I've read your body of work,
I'm awake in the night for reasons I don't want to express, in my home town but I felt more at home abroad, Robert fear not read Louise Hay x