Streetwalker (i really need help with this)

I walk
shivering
in the blue gauze,
by little yellow windows.
And I wonder
what bit of prose that would make
if I could just get it down on paper…

I slip
past the clean polish of
a single copper leaf,
clinging to wet bark,
and tuck away its metaphor
for later.

I stroll
through what used to be
the best part of my day.
Bending to watch..
the headlights play on broken glass
under my bare feet,
red always was my favorite colour.


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