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Crossfire
It began as a lovely September, 2001, at least, it should have been..... somewhere lost in the crossfire, between summer and fall days growing short, and evenings long But, things now warped into a sense of surreal. What was seen, could not be real As if bifocals were mixed in a bin, out of focus, rim to rim I've asked to borrow a broken pencil, I find paper blowing in the acrid wind my fingers shake with tensile fear....and, I write a goodbye.. I don't know why...... An edifice of a city, shades of gray, smoke, and ash, stony faces, and rubble, of ruin and glass littered streets, silent people, crying people in shock A playbill, lost and frayed, blowing into my face It began as a lovely September, 200l, or it should have been..... Sirens, shattered concrete, sidewalks, shepherding the living into the arms of someone, or maybe, .... into the arms of no one Someone is borrowing a cell phone, ... there is smell of burnt sulfer Bridges, crosswalks, that will take them back into calamity, .. our new reality Someone lends me a broken pencil, I find paper blowing in the acrid wind I write a goodbye... I don't know why...... It began as a lovely September, 2001, or it should have been.... _____________________ 10/3/14 For The Challenge "Chopped" Sponsored By Craig Cornish
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