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The Time Of Day |
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gem Junior Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 39 |
I see the man on the corner under the streetlight, flower stems and briefcase in his hands. He's been away on business,again, and she closed her door on the roses. His business is his mistress and you know how that can be. His time is short and so now are his roses. He left the petals in her doorway. He looks at his watch, and I wonder why he's still holding the stems. He has a plane to catch and his time is drawing near. A taxi arrives...he disappears. As the driver pulls away, out go the stems. I look closer and to my surprise there is one rose with its petals in place. It's mine...or is it? To love or to love not, who is to say. The mistress or the lover is just a flower away. Gem |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
This is a really cool piece - love the imagery, gem...  K |
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gem Junior Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 39 |
Thanks, Severn, for your comments. I really appreciate it! Gem |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Gem~ Enjoyed this little piece - 'she closed her door on the roses.' Good line that drew the picture well. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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gem Junior Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 39 |
Thanks , Marge, for reading my piece.Looking forward to reading more of yours,too. Gem |
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