“Town”
Main streets down the block,
shops lit like they want you in,
no burned out row homes.
Steve D
Main streets down the block,
shops lit like they want you in,
no burned out row homes.
Steve D
Tiger prowls the ledge.
Yellow eyes scan hungrily.
Few inches away.
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Sandy dune beaches,
towering fir, pine, maple,
a strange wilderness.
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Green foliage rustles.
Clear sky like glowing sapphire.
Vibrant morning hues.
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Clear forest vista,
Chorus of chainsaws and chops,
and family time.
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Pervasive tension.
Already over the brink.
Waiting for impact.
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Candid perspective,
a glimpse of whom you might be,
through the window frame.
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Friendships rekindled
after years lost, isolated.
What to talk about?
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Miles separating,
Fleeting moments to connect.
Promise to return.
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Unplug the gadgets.
Hope to find not distraction.
Deeper contentment.
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