They both paused to
listen to
the beating
of curtains
of rain
droplets on
the concrete
and glass
windows the wind
whistling howling
the occasional bicycle
or automobile
tires crisping against
the permeated
asphalt the absence
of human voice

About the author

Alex Starr is a writer in the San Francisco Bay Area. You can find poems in Lunch Ticket, Meat for Tea: The Valley Review,…

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Issue 25 - Spring 2022

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