painting over it did no good / solitary bird

sometimes when i'm walking at night
i look for sentences in the lit
windows of skyscrapers
looking for, something that isn't there

and in the gray streets i strain to see
where the people rush off to
but i simply don't see anything there

a solitary bird in a solitary sky
drums it's wings in time against the clouds
a solitary bird in a solitary sky
patient blue skies waiting for their clouds

2 am

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