Five Minutes
Tires smooth along a road
along a road with a curve
maybe unknown -
maybe just normal.
In a field of pleasure -
of greens so soft
so dark – so evil
a soft rest.
Roots of life stick out of the ground
they reach so high -
so desperate -
they thirst.
A worm pokes its head out -
left, right – wrong-
it retreats.
A sandy patch on the left
shows it’s path -
the branches left
fingerprints in the sand. . .
All in five minutes.

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Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 6/16/2009 5:40:12 PM
Arresting.

JimWisneski
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