We who jigged out
Of sacred home
When litanies were young
Sought a simple air
Then disposed
To leaping
(This walk up
May remains
In our possession)
New developments
Block dream luxury
In low wing
Apartments
Woke an idling
Alarm
The tar flats
Of the last roof
Late dawning dark
Comfort
The nighthawks
Wheeling
Under the moon
Evicted
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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