in the darkened street
two engines rev-- and then crunch
goes the steel and flesh
---
glance at the blue sky
wavering in silent wind--
blackness swirls beyond
---
the pebbled raindrop
poised on the spine of the leaf:
your eyes it reflects
---
abandoned novel--
characters rise up and shout,
write!
--
hurtling through space
the earth spins swiftly in a
choreograph of grace
1 April 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
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