Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Empty Afternoon

A distant beat:
The thud of broken speakers




A distant wail:
Brake pads need repair




A distant horn:
Angry motorist weaving




A distant slam:
The door signals you’re gone




A nearby creak:
Floorboards complaining

A nearby tock:
The day is leaving




A nearby tick:
Inevitabilities ignored

A nearby splash:
A single tear falling

Slowly:
The water’s draining




Slowly:
The curtain waves




Slowly:
The traffic stops

Slowly:
The night bleeds in.




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