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6708 cahill (winterstreet).
by Andrew S Adamsout the window, a breathfogged
masterpiece of tic-tac-toe boards,
i notice the peculiarity of the occasional
headlight passing down this road;
i feel compelled to take off.
to fly, without wings or mind.
just senseless, careless whimsy.
just myself, my socks, the snow and the street.
what a dog i am, chasing the tail lights off into the distance.
next time, i'll retrieve my shoes. 12/14/2003 Author's Note: published in the 2004 issue of edina high school's "images" magazine.
Posted on 12/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 12/15/03 at 07:42 AM I've been waiting for this, the unforced - simple truth of a moment. I felt myself in this, great work. :) |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 01/14/04 at 10:42 PM oh how fun and frolicky :) |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/15/04 at 11:29 PM love this...wow, this is just so easy and pleasant to read.. |
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