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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4421 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Missing in Action (1991) Mia I have entered this city with no mission I am job hunting for itself. Sift through the want ads, circle noon and call it a day. Can you hear the faintest mewl of a kitten pulled by a strand of wind or the door's unoiled "no" to the beggar's pounding? These tidbits of thoughts kicked along sidewalks crawl into a corner, shiver and collect fur. Wherever I show up, I am missing the present fixation. Past tense of something left behind and forgotten What can be salvaged by fury of action or the constant drain of patience? You see, I have no light to give. Even a street lamp blurry with vision has warmth buried in deep yellow as angels once perceived. My thoughts, however, seep through the night and bleed the purple phlox of its hue. |
