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Roadside Decay by Adrienne Cox
A street musician you gaily He
admired;
with recorder in hand
offered melodies reaching, longing.
Cap's outstretched hands before him, holding few silver,
much
copper,
sheltered melodies reaching, longing.
Dark eyes
filling desirous pits,
leaping for
more and
falling again,
formed melodies reaching, longing. Delicate fingers,
no callous you saw,
covering silent holes for silent ears,
touched melodies reaching, longing.
The
lean body's sole shield:
old, soiled strips
of want and wear
reeked melodies reaching, longing.
Large
feet, solid
rubbing raw
foundation to you,
blisters,
soothing scarred sores,
trampled melodies reaching, longing.
Sorrow's cavity, 'mid knashing
teeth,
biting cracking lips, tasting blood,
devoured melodies reaching, longing.
