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The hobo stepped off the train and  said:

Behind the glass like dandelines
Reflections of the sun
Smells of lemons crisp and clean
Cascading silver tongs

Jello mountains
Rumble jelly
Fruits of fortune -bland
The ox is muzzled and full of  scorn
The time is on your hand
Round the dial
syncopated
Tracer bullets fly
Reflected friendly fires
Brick and mortar to the sky
The sun is not enough
Early riser ,Meggido
Pilgrim’s blunderbuss

Then he went into the woods to build a fire etc.  .

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About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

2 responses »

  1. Your writing always touches me. This one felt prophetic . . .thank you! 🙂

    Reply
  2. wherearetheheros

    Just a silly thing
    first thing that popped into My head
    Thanks Deb

    Reply

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