53 degrees

A Poem by stimey

just a hitch up from texas,

south-central kansas

routine

is slipping one day

from the edges of the next,

from the bottom of the deck..

idle hands tin-manned

by no one in particular;

guy by the stop sign

standing in a weed patch,

staring at the 4th floor,

imagining it higher,

'cause he has to.

© 2012 stimey

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DrD

You're always doing this to me, Stimey! Just when I have all my images in order and am confident I'm seeing what you describe, you go and change the scene and give me a finish like a pop quiz. The problem is that I love it and send you my biggest kudos on this one.