chipped nails (in Fells Point)

Saturday red nails,
smell of rain moving in. but not now.
not on us, chosen
ones who crawl our way through
cobbles chipping nails
looking in the late night
what we want is here – but we are not
to make a sound
while we circle it
scratching nails in the dirt. we are not
to make a sound.

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