| SOLEMN DANCER Under the gray clouds Chirp of robins searching The misty grasses for a worm Tires shushing down the highway I hear the beating of my heart Laundry spins tornado like after the rinse cycle Damn I forgot the softener…again The phone still beeps red Message* * Message** Message The dishes sit wearily collecting dust Among the littered remains of Last nights too late poor excuse for a supper A train scolds the town as it rushes by The sun still does not want to shine Perched in the heat of my chest A solemn dancer taps a foot Waiting**Waiting**Waiting A constant reminder of the days That are yet to come By Sheryl McCurdy |
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| Not sure who to credit with this pic...anyone out there know? Please e-mail me if you do. Thanks Sheryl |
| POETRY |
| MIDI: Streets of Philadelphia |