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"In Twilights"
by Max PhineasOur faces glow red from chasing tail lights
evading twilights
a silent drive on a noisy night
a lethargic drear and lingering alcohol in the back of the taxi
little to say in too much time
a hollow ache in a hollow space
tapping window glass with nervous knuckles
but our smiles fill the darkness and I don't speak my wish
for endlessly more nights
like this. 08/19/2009 Posted on 08/19/2009
Copyright © 2025 Max Phineas
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| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/24/09 at 06:33 PM I love this poem. It is so evocative and the images capture my imagination. The rhymes are great. You paint a fascinating picture. Well done. |
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