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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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I walk through the canyon, listening to the wind howl down the ravines that lead to it. The dust of centuries past swirls around my feet. Life abounds everywhere but sometimes I have to look very carefully to see it. At times it will reveal itself for a brief moment before it scurries away. Even though I know that it is there, often the chill of emptiness can be felt, and I can sense the cold, cunning eyes that watch me from impenetrable positions on all sides. I turn quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of them, and hoping that they will be friendly for a change. More often that not, I see nothing in the harsh terrain around me. On rare occasions, though, eyes will peer back at me curiously, and sometimes I think that I can detect the same need and longings that I have reflected in them. They may even come closer, trying to get a better look. It is as if they are searching for something or someone. They act fearful of what they may find, or as if they don't quite believe or trust what they see. They always turn away though, scurrying back to the safety of their own world. There, they know what to expect, and they feel secure. They are wary of strangers or change, and their fear seems to overpower their curiosity and, I think, sometime their intelligence. I suppose that some of them may think that they have seen all that there is to see and become complacent about it all. Maybe they have seen most of it, but I very much doubt it. Even if I move away from the main chasm where the landscape is different, the inhabitants are still the same. Each may have a completely different and unique place or form of refuge. Even so, the responses and reactions of all of them are usually predictable. I suppose that I will have to continue to search and hope that from somewhere within the shadowy depths of the crevasses that surround me, someday I will see those eyes that will not look away, and that they will be able to see and to understand. Del "Abe" Jones |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Well done! While this could read as a walk through a western canyon, I feel it really does take place on Main Street, USA somewhere. I would hope we could find the Main Street where I grew up - where everyone knew your name and smiled when they saw you. |
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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! |
That would be so nice but this is the mainstreet where I grew up. Del "Abe" Jones |
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