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

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Poem III - A Sunny Highway Tends To Be Sluggish.

I watch
languid traffic
move down
a sluggish highway
as I wait
for a lazy
taxi cab.

1 comment:

  1. Everything in slomo, huh? Sometimes that's a good thing. :)


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