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Paul Williams Feb 2010
Woosh!
a disturbance
the cool air atop this cliff shakes with reverberence

turning my head
like the flick of a switch

energy ripples out
from the tip of this wing
a pair of another pair
Woosh!
Paul Williams Feb 2010
a silent sound
waves breaking on sand
the gull cries out
Paul Williams Feb 2010
stitched Teal fabric
snugly hugs the hills and valleys
of fat and muscle
encasing the frail ivory timber within
Paul Williams Feb 2010
On the evening bus,
as alcohol flows through the veins of the college kids sitting in the back

The sober crowd's ironic cheeks glow rosy red,
as Amy Mae walks straight through a brick wall
Paul Williams Feb 2010
the howling winds scream as they pass through the motionless air
stirring up monstrous waves within the calm sea water
on this night as bright as day

the moon guiding the soul of the captain of this canoe
all the while, being jostled by the raging flows of momentum
but never once moving from the same place
as many miles from home
as moments have passed through his periphery

the push of the paddle pulls power from the void
each stroke propelling the boat as far forward
as the displaced water is pushed back
by the legs of this crafted wooden creature

the dull captain has never gotten where he is going to
he has simply been there his whole life

— The End —