sort of a fog today,
the streets glistening with the tactile,
and children’s voices monstrously roll
through alleys covered
with broken whirligigs.
wide windows display miniatures,
playtime colors bounce mist droplets,
coloring panes with frivolous white;
noses poke droplets to the side,
lips press windows
speaking lustful thoughts,
urging tongues to lick
away thin layers of moisture
to find relief in plastic towns
and locomotives straining up hills,
cabooses yellow in twilight.
I truly enjoy the way you write...the "style" of your poetry, for lack of a better term. Been quite foggy (just wrote a little about it before reading this)here the last few mornings, and this poem captures that feel nicely. Well done.
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Nothing foggy about this write--now THAT'S yellow! :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Love Tinka
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Nila