Destruction:
Sunset pops.
Sky holds the fragments:
Purple, Red, Grey.
Later the stars will shoot and snap the
black night.
And I will snap
and burst
and crumble to the summer pavement.
The Moon will watch
pedestrians step on my remains-
my soul will break over concrete
and my pulse will be lost
in the sound of stomping feet.
Tell me-
if you saw me deconstructed,
would you put the pieceS back together?
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