Another railroad time toad

by orange

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-11 01:16:00

Besides the long leap of faith, the toad mostly remained still. The flight of the day continues, although with more uncertainty than so, it trembles deep in earthquake pockets and resides on a cloud, mid-afternoon…with sand falling throught the cracks in its wake, a bird and a wake up call come in again. Reminded. Too close of a call to make, the timing was almost perfect for the rain, a feast of dropplets against the old grains on the roof, the memory of dances and so on until the eyes closed, making the up and coming night something to look into…sort of like a peep hole on the left side of infinity. Right eyelash a flutter, our dinner is ready, but the teapot still screams for action. A stop sigh throught it all, a savored goodbye is on the loose. The words included. There will be no money back guarantees. The black cloak will coat the very nature of these sentences and slippery thoughts will be smoothed out and hung out to dry.

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