Sidewalk talk
has been replaced with smartphone chatter
railway rusted
like tin roof
and empty can
these are the blades of grass
cut like glass
colored like church window
someday vows will be broken
like glass from this church window
hands will bleed
memories will break
we will all go
ring around the rosie
a pocketful of posies
ashes ashes we all fall down
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