Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Not A False Start

The anemic sun burdens the streets,
with ice cream scoops of slush,
and its thousands of cherry eyeballs.

The pavement's rough kiss,
striking with watery lips,
reaches out to every sole!

The sky is human-friendly
now. The roads are mischief-
friendly now, headlights wink,

speed off toward the zoo.
Gasping in the face and driving
for what seems like four hours,

We pick up easy lonelies.
We pick up animals at the zoo.

Our faces are melting and it's
awesome. We strut around
and marvel at park benches.

Sit!
Though the bench
still feels cold.

Relax!
It could soon be warm
as the day after this.

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