Edges Of Tomorrows

Poem By Peter S. Quinn

Edges of tomorrows
Flowers of today borrows
Toward the swiftly drive
Each to each rive

Narrow light towers
Unfolding its avowers
Corners of tilted streets
Through cohesion concretes

Intimate season tumult
Steel and the glass cult
Voyaging tomes of sky
Crumbling hopes high

Into multitudes’ of final
Municipal highway spinal
Splitting the spaces quite
Scrutinize out the light

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