Disconnected by timing

My poetry, like good love.
Sometimes comes
in active moments.
Other times, I roam
about the streets.
Like a rusty samurai,
full of old memories
of life between the wars.
The landscape changes
but there are still
broken clocks
and broken hearts.
Enough to write a poem
and to make me feel
I am not alone.


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