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Adulthood |
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Ocean Vuong Junior Member
since 2008-03-29
Posts 37NYC |
The pavement cracked today, in fact it crumbled to pieces. It left a two inch cliff hanging over dirt, hot from the earth’s breath. Quietly we huddle together. With our hands we sift this dirt while our red faces squint, searching, wishing, feeling. We squat and scratch like pigeons, our noses hover above the gravel with our eyes, we filter the granules. There must be something here. Sometimes the sun would trick us with shimmers of light from the dust of which our brows would leap and we’ll whisper hope to ourselves. The years would past here, in this desert and our skin can only thicken in this sun while our bodies sigh from its heat. But our thoughts will keep looking. Perhaps one day it will rain and this dirt can melt away. Then, we might ask ourselves how much longer must we play in this sandbox before we really….begin to age. |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
wonderful write. Life can be such a practical thing in a very abstract concept. enjoyed the reading |
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