American Sentences (Part 2)
• Pool motor, weed trimmer, lawn mower: suburb sounds like a factory.
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• Hummingbird feeder hangs, a glowing flare, signals bright red sugar fix.
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• Late afternoon storm clouds scrape the treetops, shove their way past, growl and swear.
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• Weed whacker buzzes as black-suited believers ring the doorbell twice.
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• Traffic passes by north and south, occasionally base beats vibrate.
June 18, 2008 at 8:49 am
Hi Nathan. Thanks for visiting my blog. I’m going to have to take some time to digest the poems you have published here. There’s something about the harsher reality of your poems that really appeals to me.
June 18, 2008 at 11:48 am
these are excellent, wonderful snapshots. I particularly like the hummingbird feeder and the weed whacker…
June 18, 2008 at 4:45 pm
the black suited believers has me rolling cuz my mom and dad are jehovah’s witnesses and they love them some knocking on doors!!!!!!! to good!!