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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4325 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Untitled Eleven Gary Blankenship rain predicted maybe in a week the lawn lengthens inch by yellow inch lint trap sink trash can laundry basket septic tank full near overflowing the last match struck last green wood burns the cupboard down to rusted cans and raisins in broken bags an overturned bottle drips onto carpet, week-old shopping news and a slipper lost in plain sight in his robe’s right pocket two notebooks one empty except for doodles cartoon cats, pigs, mice the other crammed with words scribbled in frantic haste like a doctor with too many pills to push in the left a ragged paperback dog-eared, missing pages – a Travis McGee mystery bereft of its color a ferry schedule a dollar scratch ticket unscratched a napkin with a single verse autumn nights leaves float frozen ponds beyond the swan’s reach the last word |
