she quit the cigarettes
left one in the pack
beside that diamond
bedside
hard to fumble
a river of trial
nimble with blinders
blind allegiance
sight distorted
lines on her face
music sounds strained from
strains mirrored
timing is narcissistic
a sunscreen of sorts
prerequisite and yet not enamored
of requisition
he gathers hope
like dust on styrene
with love a mere word
within the parenthesis
© Tom Watters 7/21/10
I took a quick drive up to the Eastern Sierras during my Summer break from work. Went all over, lustily driving up twisty mountain roads and experiencing the quiet and majesty that is the American West. Sometimes I feel that the citizens of the United States are more apt to explore other countries than our own. It was a lovely, vivid trip that had me thinking and listening to my own pulse again.
This was all from an overnight trip to New York. I stayed in Queens, took the subway into Manhattan, and walked into Brooklyn.
A nice Saturday walk in one of my favorite cities. Vibrant, smart, creative and throaty… a good city should make you think of the people you love.
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