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They Are All Yours

Posted to Action Poetry

They are all yours
These warm nights
overfilled with expectations
like the smell of incense
in every corner of the church.

Out there
in the open air
Lovers and Sinners
People in the
big and small cities
People driving
through the valleys of neon advertisments
People squeezed and drifted
at the back seats of their cars
with narrow space
for elbows
and knees...
What is tying you up? Expectations
in this life? Expectations
in this warm Saturday night?