here, piggy piggy by Ross Vassilev

the sky tells me
about its childhood
my shoes are eating
the peppermint sidewalk
as I smile to myself
in the nefarious sunlight
my shadow follows me
through the chill
of September where
the crows sit silent
in naked trees
and then
it occurs to me that
cops don’t read poetry.
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