Poem: Aimless

It's 3:30 am on any given weekday
we stand on empty streets
quiet except for the aimless
which we count ourselves among
as we linger listlessly listening
for some subtle signs of life
to provide directional guidance 
in the absence of our self-direction

A quadrille written around the word “linger” for Linda Lee Lyberg’s prompt at dVerse.


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