Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Emerging Artist; Waiting

Matching orange sweater vests. Urban gray ends in a point. Waiting seems terminal. The car comes around the bend, Brett Amory safely at the wheel. The wait ends.

From feathered head to skin covered limbs my oversized bicycle takes me to the dark land where blackbirds sing and ravens haunt. The moors call out for Steam Machine - begging my presence.

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