it’s always too late
when you got
nothing
walking in the rain
or under girders
seeing in a special way
the light from
buses, passing
did I ask you?
what?
too soon, no doubt
my friend is
Wendy
Wendy Nushe’s trying to
climb out
Poems, Imitations & Translations
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