Thursday, January 7, 2010

The usual news with your morning coffee?

A car
in forward reversed,
an immovable object
not unbreakable,
bones old and brittle
moving him forward
holding him back,
a wall/crash/no more,
greeted by screams,
grand surprises as suns rise,
sprinkling the day with nascent rays
8.32 minutes old,
in infancy shaking the cold,
crushed mortar and cinder and brick,
ruffled paper and feathers,
coffee still hot,
a wrinkled hand raised,
an assumed voice,
"The usual please, thank you."

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