AspectA Poem by charlieprose poem
I once took a walk along the cracked asphalt roads of Tire where the broad strappy leaves of tobacco and corn shone silver and green and still, as a hot windless sea. It had been a long morning with the hours slowly beating down until my shadow was whittled back to just a turtle-nose of shade. It was then that a curly-haired man on a tiny motorbike buzzed by. He held the chortling throttle with one hand, and with the other he held a burlap sack off to the side. From the bottom of the sack there swung a chickens head; its eyes blazoned with shock and glitches of awe.
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