"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Ash in an Ashtray.

An ashtray,
glass that no longer
glistens with geometric shapes--
there's too much
ash in there.
It used to be
a thing of beauty.
Now it's a sorry state
of it's former self,
like hands that tap
into an ashtray.

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