orgami's diary

orgami's Diaryland Diary

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sear wave

distance measured
in gaps of light
falling shrill
through the haze
rust are the cumulous
the miles high
thunderheads

there is wind curling
through the wires
hissing in the trees
and night falls
as the storm pushs south
over us

the parking lot empty
my hands black from working
on the mountian bike
new brakes
eventually a tube
the chain laying
on the asphalt

this heat is wicked
thick and crawling
like sweat that weaves
down my spine and lingers
on my arms

and soon the rain
begins to fall
hesitant at first
and then in a steady
drizzle

a sharp shard of light
and a crash
too close
I head in
to sit mired behind
the television feast
fodder for the idle mind

and another day passes
...
(four seasons to winter)

11:16 a.m. - 2011-07-18

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