Florida town

Car after car, breaking the night
Into fitful, poorly rested waking.
A year ago today
From cautioned order,
There was near silence.
The cursed gift of knowing
How it was to live here
Before the influx
Of people seeking
Unfair wages,
And little, creaking
Hurricane cages.

© SXT 2021

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I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.

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Stephen XT

Stephen XT

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I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.