ASHTRAY PRAYER

By M.M.Wake

I wanted stars,

got an empty pint glass,

cigarette ash

and a stranger’s coat.

They left at closing,

I stayed

watching rain slash neon.

Life doesn’t break you,

it grinds you small,

quiet,

like coins in a dead man’s pocket,

forgotten,

but still heavy.

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