With a nod
and a vague gesture
I say goodnight
to the bottle dancers
to the dream
vendors
shifting my weight
outside
to meet a vast
darkness
dressed in chill
alone on a hill
with only the small hours
to worry about.
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Reviewed by Jim Moore (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2007
Nice use of imagery in this one. The only issue I have is the lack of punctuation. While I can follow along, not knowing exactly where you want the reader to pause tends to be tricky, and causing me to re-read the lines again. Not beating you up on this, just an observation.
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