"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.
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  1. ZouxzouxApril 3, 2011 at 2:01 PM

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

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