Glenn Mccrary Poet Imagism

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)

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Jslambert Mister Roboto January 29, 2012 at 8:08 PM This hopscotch rocks like flipflops on mountain tops. Keep pumpin' the pieces!~JSLam Glenn Mccrary January 31, 2012 at 11:54 PM Thank you JSlam :)

Anne-Lise Andresen January 29, 2012 at 5:33 AM Thank you Glenn for written it.oxox Anne-Lise Glenn Mccrary January 31, 2012 at 11:54 PM Thank you Anneliese. xo :)