Image:Susie Clevenger
A teacup moon rests
on its starlight saucer
watching night roamers
walk ribbons of pavement
lined with electric globes.
Escape plays its drumbeat
of shoes along concrete
competing with traffic’s rumble.
All paths lead to tomorrow,
but in the final hours of Saturday night
darkness teases silhouettes splashing
against sleeping windows there are
rainbows at the next streetlight.
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And the artwork...Oy, don't get me started.
Wow..."Escape plays its drumbeat
of shoes along concrete
competing with traffic’s rumble."
My fav bit. You are the queen of metaphors
‘Escape plays its drumbeat
of shoes along concrete
competing with traffic’s rumble’.
As I finished reading, I could hear echoes of Tom Wait’s ‘Heart of Saturday Night’ in my head.
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