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in transit.

by Andrew S Adams

from the other room the words escape
it was a matter of turning the handle
and walking through the door
the easiest jailbreak in history
the feet were landing on the steps,
the icicles were sharp that day and
watched as their tentative victims
unassuming, walked below.

the sun would have you think that it
was unusually warm for a december day
but somewhere between the here and there
someone dropped the ball
and so we're left here, antacrtic patterns
in the snow were etched like rock beaten from
the years of the passing rain.

and as i see your tail lights fade
the ironic song on the radio
just let me down one more time and
i was left to breathe the passing wind

12/11/2003

Posted on 12/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams

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