Sally Molini

ASIDE


O dramatic mood,


little manufactured glow,


waving dab of scarlet


in the urban drab,


you shrink the view


while problems seem


larger than they are --


helplessness is in the air


or is it habitual passivity?


Something to think about


as the last sparkle fades


from a sidewalk’s old


oil stain, like me,


weathering where it stands --
























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