The hissing of something never found NaPoWriMo

Down in the zone
I went looking for hopeful;
cheap romance
on the scuffle in jeans, lace along seams

In the parking lot
Virtue was a beggar, outside the cocktail hour
in Paris.

You read books; artists in poverty,
looking, longing.

Nothing on either side of the street.

Never mine.

2 thoughts on “The hissing of something never found NaPoWriMo

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you so much Laura, this is a new adventure for me in terms of writing but I’m loving these little finds ☘️☘️🙏🙏

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