Your star is coming home,
Singing to a police drone,
in shelters you lie prone,
why do you whisper love,
on throwaway 'phones,
ravaged face like a glove,
saints reveal their bones,
poems massage your loans,
make you feel secure alone,
pearl doves arch above,
a lifetime given to moans,
fly to those who give,
fresh linen and sweet cologne,
leaves you on the ropes,
you wear a red raincoat,
but know how to live,
millions come and go,
trying to find that gift,
anchored in your soul.
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