a moment’s awareness

i proceed along

a mind’s dense fog

until its thick footprints drop

down down down

onto a clay street below

like being sold short

half-story residing

in half shadows

the rest eaten for breakfast

twelve hours ago

or trapped within a breath

or quietly misunderstood

lingering patiently behind a

never-developed third eye

connected to a heart

across the street

a little dog yaps

in solid hours

chases passersby

he’s always alone, that one

by mary ann blinkhorn

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belated feet walking

one never knows what to do

when it doesn’t make sense

 

laughing with foolish teeth

she follows the skulking mist

until its footprints drop

down, down, down

onto a clay street

defacing a clay dog

that leaves her heartbroken

 

belated feet walking

she calls his name

tender fog presiding

protecting her from

bulky truths

telephone booths

big dipper in candid sky

 

does she resign

or does she fail to do so?

 

she holds out an apple

embracing the star within

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

 

Written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

This week’s words:  bulky, mist and resign

 

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