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 #22 

July
2012


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a poem by Joanna M. Weston

AT HALF-LIGHT

boys on the street corner
hang tongues 'round gossip
rake eyes over butts and breasts
peer through smoke
as they spit baseballs
to the nearest vacant lot

their games walk itch-pitch
over graffiti'd pavement
sneer and snap through neon dusk
I pass on the other side

© by Joanna M. Weston

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #22 ~ July 2012