Cold little winds started to flirt
from the northwest white again
with buffets of black chill to come.
Headlights flicker haphazard
on the sheet metal bevels
of nearby roof ducts erect,
orange flickers of deceitful heat-
one small net to ensnare errant drives
ensnares instead the purple clouds.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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I can feel this poem. Love the flirting winds and "flickers of heated deceit" mucho.
ReplyDelete@gardenia Girl: thanks hon. just a little ditty but glad you dug it.
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