Square

by BOB GALLO   Apr 22, 2021


The nightmare
is that nobody is out there
to really care.

That nobody dares to forswear
what is chosen for our minds
to ensnare.

The nightmare
is
that nobody
really, really
is out there.

that in these rushing hours
everybody avoids
the traffic of
Fair Square.

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