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jake st. john | last stop & where i stand

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Last Stop

ghosts
…………on sidewalks
huddled
…………on benches
bus stops
…………crowded
……………………….in winter
beds of broken bottles
old beards
……………….and hoods
sacks of empty memories
……………………………………….slung over shoulders
dreams falling
………………………through pocket holes
freight trains
……………………don’t run
…………………………………..through here
………………………………………………………..no more

Where I Stand

late night
……………..staring
…………………………into tomorrow
ferries
…………cargo ships
…………………………..barges with freight
pass by
………….under the moon

it all seems the same
in the flatness
…………………….of the harbor
no waves

……………..rolling
…………………………against the beach
an oil tanker
…………………..disrupts the horizon
stars
………drowning
………………………in clouds

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