26.04.2008
Broccoli
I know this street
I walked this street,
When they still called it broccoli
By any measure
I felt the strain of its fiber
Riot as night terrors
Whispering to insomniacs
All the years it took old broccoli to break
When shadows hawked along its walk
Creating a community of silhouettes
That replaced each other
In swaying guard,
Day and night
I know this street
I walked this street
When they still called it Broccoli
- wf 2008 -
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