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strange light
in the coming storm
old front door that doesn’t lock sways
shrugs against its partner
swings back
poinciana lit
like a cabaret stage
I have to go out in this
fight up that hill towards the storm
I keep dreaming
that the wind takes up my umbrella
and I fly—always over this old city
the spitting rain comes and goes
doesn’t even bother the cat
clouds are as indecisive as we are
anxious, always, about getting toes wet
raindrops linger in clouds
lips inches from first kiss
- by fizznomore |
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- | Submitted on 12/06/2009 |
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- Title: strange light
- Artist: fizznomore
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clouds are as indecisive as we are
Comments and critiques are appreciated; plain ol' ratings are pretty useless. - Date: 12/06/2009
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