Best Poem of L'Angley S Delmonte

my new bicycle
is rusty
it reminds me of the circus
it is red
and white
and sunset-like memory dipped in night
with tiny holes poked in the lid
of the jar
it can take me places
that I dream about
but never
go . . .
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The Roamer's Mayor
Still as stone
And cold as I
As far as home
And as alive

White walls, bed
Scream to be free
You paint them red
As red as me

Did I find you here
Or was I told?
Finds are just as fair
When there's concrete in the gold

Striking riches
Or the dirt and the . . .
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