Your Sign August 11, 2008
Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : Pathos Poetry , trackback
I see your election sign
flat in the dirt
overgrown with weeds
I don’t remember who you are
maybe you are still paying
whatever debt you incurred
chasing your shattered dream
maybe you make little laws
that affect my daily life
and I don’t even know it.
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