Leaning forward,
he plowed like a freight train
down the sidewalk.
It looked as though
he might have taken off into the air,
had he not been so distracted by the street.
Friday, February 29, 2008
The Nature of Observation
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creative writing,
poetry
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2 comments:
This is terrific
Why thank you. I labored on it for three and a half hours.
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