

FlashIt happened tonight, as I sloped homeFlash
across Meadows Park; shortcutting through its lethal yawn in the sickening rain. I was halfway over - as far as I could get from street or streetlight -
high heels quicksanding in the stew of soil.
And the sky went white. Not the white of eggshells or snowfalls or saints -
not the white of clouds, or the white
of the waning moon behind. This was fizzing, flash-bulb white; explosion white -
the white of white-hot heat, for a whole half second.
Then dark again. I stood, blind and stun
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i hope you're okay.
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you make me want to dance
a storm of appreciation
your ink splashes and crawls,
a wriggling living line on the page
im full of awe
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Stay enchanted by your world....
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writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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"Your finger is not a bridge."
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