Water under
the bridge,
rolling
and
tumbling,
kissing
the river's
edge,
trees
bend
in a breeze.
A lonesome
moon
calls out
to the stars
ignoring
their
true
light.
A *****
strikes
the earth,
over turning
a crawlers
night lunch.
A bottle
of ***
shared
by two
who steer
clear
of the fires
orangey
fingers.
Fingers
to fry
the catch
under
the
night's sky.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
Water under
the bridge,
rolling
and
tumbling,
kissing
the river's
edge,
trees
bend
in a breeze.
A lonesome
moon
calls out
to the stars
ignoring
their
true
light.
A *****
strikes
the earth,
over turning
a crawlers
night lunch.
A bottle
of ***
shared
by two
who steer
clear
of the fires
orangey
fingers.
Fingers
to fry
the catch
under
the
night's sky.
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