I can picture clint Eastwood standing alone in the desterted main (only) street, black hat, poncho, cigarillo gripped between his tight lips.
Loved it.
Could be any small deserted town. Could be a snake, they slither. And why are the people trancelike?
Perhaps we are talking about people trancelike in the great expanse of Midwest drought clinging to old ideas in a trance like daze of the same old same old routine, continuing the way they always do, nothing in between. Don't see the snake for the sand.
HOLYMACK!!! That's one hell of a desert inside a bedroom!
Hmmm... Is there a corpse underneath all that desert sand?
This is a thought-provoking poem! I love it!
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Regis. >🌺🌳🍁😊
for sharing this enjoyable piece
great to be back at the Den
reading you most missed creative thoughts
Love and peace be with you
William
Loved it.
Perhaps we are talking about people trancelike in the great expanse of Midwest drought clinging to old ideas in a trance like daze of the same old same old routine, continuing the way they always do, nothing in between. Don't see the snake for the sand.
Ron
Hmmm... Is there a corpse underneath all that desert sand?
This is a thought-provoking poem! I love it!
Sandie
(Check out Insight to the Light from me, thanks)