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Spring at a Bus Stop
Garbage spills out of the waste bin,
paper cups roll on the sidewalk,
the smell of decay, softened mud and
melted snow, cigarette butts
white against the brown grass –
cancer sticks.
(this poem is a work in progress - honest opinions are most welcome!)
©Shelley Marie
paper cups roll on the sidewalk,
the smell of decay, softened mud and
melted snow, cigarette butts
white against the brown grass –
cancer sticks.
(this poem is a work in progress - honest opinions are most welcome!)
©Shelley Marie
Published 26th Mar 2015
| Edited 6th May 2015
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