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Dust Storms |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Dust Storms Konrad pointed his nose South, southeast, thinking a freighter Might have been the better Of the trip, But not wanting to deal with Water-rats, he felt safer on foot And left the familial storm behind him, Catching trucks, Having passed from Reynosa through Tamauiplas, Stopping the second night out of Nuevo Laredo in Ciudad Victoria. 23.8° N 99.1° W, Knowing he had left The cold behind, and deeper Troughs of bygone times, Death certificates notwithstanding, 102 humid degrees pasted his blue flannel Pulling on his biceps, and he wondered, Then dismissed Any thought of pulling a new shirt From his duffel bag; Temps would drop by nightfall, even A sweat-soaked dirty shirt was better than A thin white T… The sun was falling over the mountains As the trucker pulled into the cantina, The dust powdery, different, not held back By the humidity on this side Of Mexico. A petite senorita nodded As Konrad parted swinging doors, Noting a fan circling Lazy overhead, moving as much dust As air, and not much of either settling, He held his fingers to form the holding Of an imaginary stein, his abilities at holding A conversation less than the invisible drink He had just ordered. No wonder Jake often thought him a bother, Never was good with Languages, except for that of the Unutterable ones, Ones that Jake didn’t always comprehend, But that Iambe understood, And Dillon felt… “Senor?” the soft voice was not The deep voice of Dana, although her Skin was brown, and creamy, She was not tall, and though her hair was dark, She did not have the rich chocolate eyes Of Dana… Dust gritted Konrad’s eyes, having Parched his mouth most of The last two days, Wearily he wondered where the trucker Had gone, before he reached up Took the beer from her small hands, Gave her some coins, and drank deep. The bitter chill made him shiver, he had Not expected it so cold, And it drained well. Perhaps sensing his lack of ability, The young girl ventured, “Donde tu eres ida – ah, you are somewhere going?” Konrad, tired, sleepy, the beer hitting his Belly hard, looked up into gray eyes, Muttered, “Belize”, his head falling Forward onto his arm, And before he could see only black, He heard, “come back to me,” Cried weakly, “Dana!” And slept. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This story just keeps getting better Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Yes! This I can learn from. Like the edge you are giving Konrad, he deserves it after all those headaches...lol. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I'm really beginning to feel as though I'm watching this fantastic drama play out in front of my eyes! The images are incredible. Excellent Karilea! ~Hugs~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Excellent, Karilea...very interesting...  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nice... weaving this well... but I worry about him sleeping there in the bar... (chuckling) very well done my friend..very well told.... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
ENJOYED  |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
and the saga continues...... and I continue to enjoy... well done friend. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The sun was falling over the mountains As the trucker pulled into the cantina, The dust powdery, different, not held back By the humidity on this side Of Mexico. A petite senorita nodded As Konrad parted swinging doors, Noting a fan circling Lazy overhead, moving as much dust As air, and not much of either settling, He held his fingers to form the holding Of an imaginary stein, his abilities at holding A conversation less than the invisible drink He had just ordered. No wonder Jake often thought him a bother, Never was good with Languages, except for that of the Unutterable ones, Ones that Jake didn’t always comprehend, But that Iambe understood, And Dillon felt… ================================ I do so enjoy when you keep us circling.... love the imagery in this. Dont let him nap too long  " ... And think not, that you can direct the course of love ... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Just a two-day nap was all, JM... yes, Donna, the saga...continues...what a mess... thank you, Vandana! Cpat, some guys just don't invite trouble from outsiders, only from their family...right? Ethel...interesting is a good word. Thank you! Enchantress, if I can keep you fascinated, then you ought to be following Cpat...he will keep you ENTRANCED! Duncan, the migraines come and go....but if he can get centered, he's fine...  thank you Julie!... |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Well, I'm getting the pieces out of sequences but loving it just the same. I'm sneezing with the dust and dripping with the humidity. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
...and the saga continues... Please keep it going and never stop! ~ Keep on spinning these yarns of gold... Warm hugs, Linda |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Can't wait to find out where he goes after he awakens. M xx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Very Much Enjoyed Sunshine! ARCTIC WIND |
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