Thursday, November 12, 2015

Helicopter Valentine

Among the early broken
and who is not easily
a helicopter hung
above a ruin of lights
where once a childhood
could be cheaply had
the streets named after lost battles
too shy to sell apples
because the past wants to protect us
from the future like one
absent parent from another
we children who huddle
in the present tense
being torn asunder but still
trying to make it make sense

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