Feelings seem to drag hours through wind.
Dusk blusters across a clearing
where something fizzles,
whizzing round like white lightening in a tin.
Heat congeals on a musty scent of fading flowers.
5.30 almost succumbs,its lumbering parts expire
in a day become tired. The wind seems to list,
loosening into a breeze, then settles.
Air stills, space between trees eases back,
choking on raw emotion.
10 Jul 08
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Nice. Tightly wound around the scene, words act the part, in its conveyance we almost suffocate.
L9, i think, needs fixing.
Can't stop. Off to work while winding down through the breeze of life. I'll consider your suggestion but Opal will probably make me change it anyhow.
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