I see this tall dark shadow on the wall,
From what I can get a glimpse of it,
As the cars come driving by,
Flashing their head lights on the concrete.
I see its tall shape,
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When the Bough Breaks, Poetry by Harper James
It felt like you
The destination,
I see,
Was linked from (let there be) light – Not
Just as it ripened to be
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