Sunday, November 01, 2009

Mystery In the Air.

Saturday, the crowds have stilled,
Bending like a wildflower.
Sunday, it was Halloween, a woman
Holding the hand of a child dressed in
A monkey suit,
Tired from the day before,
Whining about rap music and the president.

Mystery. An air of mystery swirls
Around the day,
The day that is almost done.
Mountains creep around the clock’s hands.

A woman spots an old crow walking on a wire.
A young couple makes love underneath
A mountain.

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