Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Daily Prose Poem

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Dash

Someone is always in a hurry, and you can't help but wonder where they are going.  What's more important than taking the time to look both ways before crossing a busy city street near an intersection where the light's gone bad?  What could mean more than taking a moment to scour the sky for black birds wing, a stiff contrast to the magenta splashed with white?  So much rushing toward asinine things, so many pieces of life just trickling away like spiders down a drain.

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