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cold one
in the fridge
while the sun burns bridges
through the blinds like a cage
the car crouched ready for
take off....
half a tank...how far...not fast
drive calm
an empty suitcase on the floor
fingerprints on the cellar door
the television eyes flicker
visions....wander the rooms
like ghosts
casting shadows
from the night to the dawn
grab an hour
on the couch
one shoe in the hall
the other at the front
door
a cold fan circles
the room
keeping the stale
pale air stirred
ice melted in
the drinks
the afterglow
of a storm
grown
waiting
while the clock
ticks
and the town
whistler
shrieks mutely
behind the
dark trees..
..
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Rula
Tue, 2015-09-15 10:26
Wonderful images
Steve!
Thanks for sharing
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Esker
Tue, 2015-09-15 18:06
Rula....
happy this one spoke imagery....
I love image...evoke senses
not always understood
the mystery...ersatz wonder...
dazzling and dull mute
thought..
thank U
Sparrow
Tue, 2015-09-15 19:28
Steve
Loved the write, just one thing where your first line seems to be totally alone, as you then show us a great picture of everything around.
It seemed too isolated by just writing that way as the title should have been the first line maybe another title and put the first line inside to complete the write.
Or is this the way you wanted it to be ????
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