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

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Slipped.

Grim clouds
choke out
a pale sun.
My feet
slip on ice--
I clatter
to the ground.
It's cold down here
but
not cold enough
to get back up.
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3 comments:

  1. Human ParadoxFebruary 16, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    This is one of my favorites JB. Very cool. Sometimes it's good just to lie there.

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  2. Brother OllieFebruary 17, 2011 at 8:32 AM

    I fell down in Deadmonton a few times. Great one!

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  3. The Square CornerFebruary 18, 2011 at 4:03 PM

    I'm still laughing!! Hope you are thinking of getting something published somewhere.

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