Weeping Palms


dirty and lonely, cold from the night

my soul is empty, consumed by fright

clouds carrying water, drifts through the trees

hungry and tired, no one to please

pushing on to the rail car, feeling a jolt

gravity and dead air, a sad revolt

ten and twenty, almost home

beach water is angry, a green gray foam

up in the palms the birds all sing

wet and quivering, drooping their wings

years of the past, haunt my old brain

so many tears, drives me insane

wishing for soup, a bowl and a spoon

inside the wooden car, so much room

palms are so wet, swaying in the dark

tomorrow is never, today is all dark



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