Friday, April 11, 2014

Rain / Dream: 13



Rain / Dream: 13

Humidity... school bus heat...
odor of spearmint gum
over pot-scorched oatmeal.

Memory... fleeting nostalgia...
blunt-stare out a window:
a night-killed doe in a ditch,
fresh, not yet bloated.

You're okay... for now.

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