hollow lows
(reflector feet
in headlights)
a hovering
the orange glow
the ticking of the turn
signal
the pendulum
of
the
clock in my first grandma's first living room where we ran at each other with the fluffed couch pillows that were only sat on once a year when we opened presents beneath the Christmas tree that was put away completely in tact.
the ticking of the turn
signal
on
a
moonless night
the hollow
lows of
an acoustic
guitar in
the dark
03 November 2014
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