This Morning Was Silent
This morning was silent. A translucent veil hung suspended. Green birds whirled in the sky, hunting in packs. The red ball sat ready to rise. White walls glowed weakly orange. The distant towers were barely seen. A temporary carpet lined the path. Life leaked onto the streets. I slowed to a crawl. And then was out again.
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posted by Tiny Dancer at Friday, October 13, 2006
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