Stolen Wrapping Paper

stolen wrapping paper,
covering boxes reused,
worn and tattered....

on lonesome street corners,
cigarettes crushed beneath
well known strangers feet....

lights flash, windows empty,
horns blow, motors running....
no direction home!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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