Sound Prints In the Sand
The hue of streets; cousins of chalkboards;
the distinct voice of transition; of forbidden love
sipped through straws of anticipation;
swallowing decadent tribulations
to nourish picturesque gardens
and English dreams; the line between
appreciation and alienation
Happens to be the blemish
of today's death; headline hopscotch
founding father of premeditation
Sound prints in the sand
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
Copyright © Glenn Mccrary | Year Posted 2012
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