Monday, February 2, 2015

VIEW FROM AN ELEVATED PLATFORM

No truth—simply 
amusement
waiting in the 

middle—for a ride;
as calm late 
afternoon's 

crest of such—matchless
wild cerulean 

brushes 
down
to gently tickle—

and tantalize
the blizzardwhite 

underbelly—of this 
supine
acquiescent city.

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