wasteland

in a snowy lot
a candy bar wrapper rustles among broken weeds
cigarette butts elbow each other among rocks
gray melting ice cracks softly
water trickles onto a disintegrating sidewalk

my two hands cup
making an empty shadow bowl
raw spring wind brushes the top of my thumbs

nearby a car alarm wails
a lone dog barks in response
a dirtied icicle falls from a nearby roof
bursting into countless shards

i let my hands fall to my sides
empty

wasteland

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