Traipse

In the hearth of the slumbering road
Where you saunter to extemporize maps
The amber tinkers with the pulsations
And thaw everything that darts through
Making a cesspool where everything sank
Including I and my futile endeavors
Amalgamating with the last tears
Of the austerely saturated gloaming.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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