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Submitted by orgami on 19 July 2007 - 10:28pm.| Updated 19 July 2007 - 11:28pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
axles not in alingment
slow rpms i can feel it arcing
moving slowly along the hot street
static cars growling
windows unsteady reflection
i pass by in another universe
faded and warped tableau
im sure i saw her two streets back
and i know she wont remember
but she was in my class
sitting in those hard chairs
history i recall
coffee shop is two turns ahead
deep past the shadows
of these city canyons
i sit by myself
alone and unkempt
happy sipping black
sunshine
..O..
I was going to call this What if
(1 vote)
thank you
says Jess,
sipping black sunshine,
(well, shiraz, actually)
remembering that girl.
cheers,
a vivid reminiscence
You have a power of understatement that is to be envied–I suppose we can all remember “that girl” somewhere in our memory. Individual and universal at the same time. Great job.