May 18, 2007
Traffic
Flash of chrome,
Hush of rubber
Grabbing the road and letting go.
Purr of the pistons,
Caress of the heavens
By Mozart’s piano concerto…
Smell the tanned leather.
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Glint of the eye,
Games in the park
Fills the heart with a jump -
Like the clown’s empty bucket.
Pull on the picket gate,
The seagull is free…
Clack! Gate on the stop.
Scent of the blossom,
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Kiss of a breeze
Skimming the soft cheek of the young.
Run on tarmac, cry – joy,
Blinkered eye,
Thoughts of past pleasure…
Scream of a mother.
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Arms out-reached, Belladonna eyes,
Please to Heaven as
Mind screech halt! My baby!
Angels take the soul of the innocent,
Guilt and desolation.
Picture of what is to be…
End of the journey for all.
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Stink of the peat,
Slice of the spade
Making good ground for the pine.
Cries from the pews,
Like cliff gulls,
As the matchbox casket ushers the way…
Future is sourly bleak.