"Notes from the Outback"
The snow has all but melted and I remember now that grass once grew by the side of these streets. I had forgotten that the world was not always black and white, with flat horizontal surfaces pock marked with hollow footsteps. The way that water finds a level is the way the snow fills in the uneven spaces and makes an even plane, a glistening sparkling plane, a frozen ocean of flat despair. An even playing field for all to suffer, save the dogs who mark their turf and bound, tails wagging, leaving uneven gaps in the crust.
1 comment:
damn, but that is poetry!
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