Drunk and rooted, our
words billow like tattered sails
scattering meaning across
red vinyl booths that
curve us into this circle of faces,
where we snatch
single moments like
specks in eyes
let loose by lashes in the
blink of time–
sly, like dust
with its sheer spun sugary shine,
all glittery and shit.
We forget about that sometimes.
Brenda Warren 2017
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Wonderful, Brenda. I love, sheer, spun sugary shine!
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Magical indeed. Enjoyed this one.
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where we snatch
single moments like
specks in eyes
There are times where one has to work fast!
Hank
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Right away you have me…words billow and tattered sails! And through it all, we do forget sometimes. I like this write!!
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We should always look behind the glossy exterior, but so often do not.
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I love your honest words – always magical
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