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Trippy Wires

Nine rooms, flexing shapes

empty spaces with cocktail

tables, one or two,

footrests, blue trash, Porsche, empty

town stop, one-ninety away

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This entry was posted on October 5, 2021, 1:50 pm and is filed under Finding Purpose, Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by J. Alex Pan on October 5, 2021 - 3:17 pm

    Really solid sense of place. Makes me want to go there with my camera.

    Reply

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