daylight sinks gradual like a truck on dead tires. a time for collapse and shadows, creeping the way water grows ice out on cold Christmas days. I am walking, and a woman is hugging up her cardigan and standing outside of the beacon st homeless house. asks me politely do I have a cigarette? I'm sorry, I don't, I tell her, walk on. and the leaves are green and moving lazily and dogs under tables pant in the weight of heat.
DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016) and "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019)
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