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The breeze is tasteless yet chills me. At times I watch strangers hurry towards town. At times I watch ntohing at all. I know how early I am. I should not stand to be late! I am too used to anticipation for this to bother me. A nervous mind plans or perhaps analyses each moment. For there are more things to notice when nervous, than there are at other times. You see the passing of light or shadow against the windows, the thump or quiver of footsteps. The texture of eyes! Crisp, dynamic, drawn.

I think suddenly of my sister. Her lips looped in a smile. her hand as she smoothes her hair, playing witht he curls - never noticing me, never noticing her mother. I think of her as she plays int he garden, reciting names of every flower and shrub. The branch above me jerks and I flinch, slightly, then note a sparrow fluttering the leaves. I place my head to my hand ahd sigh. She must be comming. I think I wait another hour. The sky weaves dark balloons across it's surface. I sigh again, then begin to head home. It begins to rain. This does not bother me at first. It is calm, agile, soft. Then I see myself drenched as I open the door. i see my mothers eyes, shrewd and disaproving, question my whereabouts. Then I begin to hurry.

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candys are drugs.

Report | 09/13/2006 4:18 am

candys are drugs.

i like it tooo
[Obsidian Halo]

Report | 09/12/2006 1:32 am

[Obsidian Halo]

I like your poemish thing

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