Marcos Oro - Thursday Rainy People

Nor do they have to. On Thursday-
The single drop of water, glass
Bead bursting sun

Stores and cats on all corners

Hunching down in their fractal
Immensity

Broken arm broken Cadillac
Your OCD drenched and dripped

A little boy with a long thin braid
got a dollar he put on his head like
a hat
From a dark & light skinned laughing man.

Marcos Oro

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