Seeking an Asphalt Smile

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Sitting at the crossroads of  fame and mediocrity:

One will not let me in,

The other will not let me go.

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Dawn on a windless sea.

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Summer’s overheated panting  desperately toward fall.

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Praying for a storm

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The infinite afternoons baked into a Texas summer

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Walking into the heat tortured afternoon

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Surrendering your super cooled office body

to the super heated air outdoors

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Stumbling across the heat blasted asphalt of a sprawling office parking lot.

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Muscular thunderheads, in the far distance, tease of rain

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A high pressure system squats like a toad over Dallas for about three months out of the year

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Gazing longingly at distant thunderheads

dreaming of the rain we had in buckets a scant month ago

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Waves of words running off in a concrete culvert into the tall grasses

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In the discarded world between the railroad track and the barbed wire

every piece of glass is broken–carefully as though found through diligent research and killed for contagion.

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Perched on a lip of stone in the shadow of a maple tree

letting my thoughts wander in the passing breeze.

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In Texas they often fill the concrete expansion joints with a  tar that dries to the consistency of hard, black rubber–Seeking an asphalt smile…

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Renting old dreams.

Leasing ancient nightmares.

Dozing in the shadows

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Something of me lives in the heart of the shadows.

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Exiled to the Isle of Shadows

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Summer Madness–Old school

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Ah yes, the inner mysteries:  Chicken and waffles.

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Climbing into a bruised sky

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He was bitten by radioactive cockroach and now he had a super power–he could eat garbage

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Plying the firmament like Gods of the air

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“Sermons in stone”  someone once said.

Stone fruit.

Stone flowers.

Bruised stone.

Pools of stone.

The stoney hearts of steel Angels.

The stone that burns

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Down the well of the world

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Waking up on the pack ice,

chilled to the bone.

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Weeping tears of fire

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Awash in bluebonnets

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It slowly dawns on you that I can see you

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Climbing gracelessly gray stairways of concrete and steel

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In the wasteland between the morning coffee break and lunch

I am starving for no good reason.

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