Victorian Vapor Dreams

Written by: James Marshall Goff

Tires hurt,

 leaning left
 far too long-

Rubbed raw…

A few feet away, fist-sized clouds of
Tiny Scarlet Trempeleau Butterflies paused-

Sipping nectar glistening like jewels from
Morning drops of dew, clinging to the running

Strands of Wild Pea Bush, with only daybreak in 
The distance…

These beasts outside my window,
Hazy under Old London Street Lamps-

Silently glooming in middle night, awaiting call to arms
Of rush-hour traffic...
wishing one never to come-

                   the other

                         ……to never end


11/14/11
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