REH Poems
Friday, August 3, 2018
EAST END MOBILE
THROUGH RAIN WASHED
MONDAY MORNING WINDSHIELD,
MOBILE SERVICE
IN RED AND BLUE
A WINGED HORSE LEAPS
WITHIN HIS BUBBLE
THROUGH GRAY CONCRETE SPACE
THE REGULAR IS OUT OF GAS
AND OF THE MEN SIGN
THERE IS ONLY
ME
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