While
street lamps
leer down,
lights and
shadows,
cascade
and
mingle,
push
and
linger
along
the dash,
over
my lap,
atop
his grip,
and on
his face,
a tear.
By Kimberly Cecchini
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While
street lamps
leer down,
lights and
shadows,
cascade
and
mingle,
push
and
linger
along
the dash,
over
my lap,
atop
his grip,
and on
his face,
a tear.
