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The Wanderer
Poems
Nov 2014
Smokin'
Smoke billowing up over the trees turning into clouds of their own.
A black and white yellow highlighted sky.
Too far off to see what happened.
Sirens go wailing by at the speed of light.
A blur of red and yellow and blue.
A regular Aurora Borealis of illumination.
No word yet on the cause.
People stopped all over to look in wonder at the towering smoke monster climbing the stairway to heaven to ask St. Peter for a light.
Young kids tug at their mothers beige pant leg to ask what that is, what's going on, and what it's all about.
A cross trans-illumination of cell phone out to capture the growing beast before he fades into obscurity; or takes over the whole sky.
Ah well......I gotta get a gallon of milk.
I'll check it out on the flip side.
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