Silver straws float on water;
Cubic stalls in dark weather,
As phonebooths are jammed with
Newspaper_The city ,strangeness and
Unrest,fades like dusty roadways_
As night sweeps the inky sky,
and toads in the distance
hiccup loudly to pavement
Lights_And the city
Awaits the dreamy state
Of sleep.
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on October 16, 2005
"...and toads in the distance
hiccup loudly to pavement..."
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hiccup loudly to pavement..."
Now that is some imagery. Love it.