There are no warnings storms may be coming.
The crowd builds and swarms, the wind blows,
haggard souls slip in and out
of sight, cops go up and down the boulevards
combing the streets
for the unexpected, which means everything
to lost souls.
Cameras and microphones abound like
the loaves, the fish.
8 June 2013
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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