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Current mood:whimsy-califragilistic Category: Writing and Poetry
Beyond the blue Formica, a woman bends over her task. Flashing salt-and-pepper hair, and the curve of a care-worn neck, she counts each pill as it slides home;
a constant pinwheel of cars streams away from a roundabout;
red-yellow-green bulbs blink like Skittles into a rose window;
countless machines freighted with fragile cargo form a jigsaw puzzle that leads back to our kitchens;
you grip my life in your hands, and mine lift to reciprocate;
how is it in this always now that we are sustained?
sun-seared, a golden sphere drops to the grass, light and prickly, a liquid amber pod;
on the verge of the too-carefully groomed park, one wild weed resists the weekly blade, lily-white with a violet edge, my eye-lids crease at the sight of its defiant blooms, its name a whisper:
"snow in summer"
5:29 AM
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