impossible situation #7

Posted: October 3, 2008 in writing
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impossible situation #7 1/23/97

Whenever we stop at the stoplight

At the end of my street

On a dark and gloomy day

I look to the valley ridge

I peer at the tops of the trees

Waiting for him to come

Massive wings sweep upward

Revealing his black glory

Flame belches forth

From gargantuan jaws

The sound of rending flesh

Comes from his sharpened claws

But there is just the valley

Quiet and serene

And as my eyes glance forward

The light turns to green.


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