7/19/17

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Coming down with the sleeping sickness…
The overall silence, unsettling.
By the table, not very tall, and unusable.
To sit I could climb… Noticed
a splash of color back in the trees.

Dread… Felt certain… They could see us…

Someone so remotely a person.
Any movement or sounds coming,
no reply feeling, driving away.

What if there was a body?

Away from the debate,
behind the wheel, my senses keyed up.
Full of clothing and dread.
A third against the window…

-r. miller

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