Blue tarps and twine
Connect the dots between
The surface dwellers and street level
A reminder constant
That water under the bridge
Is right on the porch steps
Of another
On door frames leading nowhere
Knocking
Knocking
Knocking
Watch your step at the threshold
As at any moment you’d let in a draft
In the open air
& Life can change
Finding yourself
Searching for quarters
Swept under carpet
When engaged to the girl with golden eyes
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