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Indian Summer |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. The fog moves across the road Like a slow very tired old herd Of spectral buffalo into the wood Everything And everyone even just yesterday Thought significant seems somehow Now to have disappeared How then does one make a home In this mute feckless neighborhood With its dust covered windows The old wooden paint flecked Peeling walls bursting out from Their ribs If only for a moment that young woman With long red hair a coffee cup in her Right hand would briefly as if gliding Return again sliding back into view Who’d care if she were real or a dream In those pink flowered cotton pajamas on the Gray concrete sidewalk by the garbage bin Overflowing with debris If one could write her down and others Like her before they too as well Finally irretrievably disappear It would be enough . |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
special glass in this lens...kewl stuff |
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Eldest Member
since 2010-06-15
Posts 177Alabama |
That's a very curious view of the world, intriguing! |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Exquisite writing - I like especially the first stanza. Also somewhat understood is how youth is so often wasted upon the young. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Thanks all DS I think this is the first thing you've ever liked. This sat for a while in draft Thanks again John |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Somehow I understand this perfectly. Ida |
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