Tuning my gears.
Stray dogs lay lazy under cars on the lot.
Mud puddles ripple due to larval movements.
Pale yellow sun behind thick pregnant clouds.
Houses from a distance form a twisted sort of smile.
Bedsheets on rooftops sway in unison.
Fresh rain stains asphalt from dull grey to black.
Curtains like chained men dance ripping through wrists.
Glass on house windows vibrate with the wind.
Shadowless bodies stare out to the dusk.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-10-13 at 17:00
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A crow on a wire between two rotten poles, creaking.Stray dogs lay lazy under cars on the lot.
Mud puddles ripple due to larval movements.
Pale yellow sun behind thick pregnant clouds.
Houses from a distance form a twisted sort of smile.
Bedsheets on rooftops sway in unison.
Fresh rain stains asphalt from dull grey to black.
Curtains like chained men dance ripping through wrists.
Glass on house windows vibrate with the wind.
Shadowless bodies stare out to the dusk.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-10-13 at 17:00
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