Poems for the End of the World: my kind of beauty is

my kind of beauty is

the kiss of sun glinting off the tip
of a righteous warrior’s spear
while the wind howls
and do not return here again.”
while sweetly rocking the wheeled garbage bin
up and down the alley.

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