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January Fog,
barrels down Highway 178-
overpass like top hats-
stagnant in low spots.

Rushing to work,
the dew crowds my windshield,
like millions of stars,

I'm late to work.

11 of 31- 1/10

"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." — Charles Bukowski

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The following comments are for "Morning Rush"
by pablowilliams

I love
the in-the-momentness of this and the of-the-momentness of this. you capture perfectly that blink-and-you’ll-miss-it space in time when beauty intrudes unannounced in to our everyday reality. the rain like stars is a gorgeous image, appears in a flash and gone in an instant, to be replaced by more mundane concerns. really delicious slice of life.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: January 17, 2010 )

A Matter of Splatter
Imagine God...
late on the job...
who would splatter the stars...?

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: August 6, 2016 )

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