leading down from the
dormant grey
chimney; the windy snakeskin glare
reflecting the sun in scar
tissue. left from internet cables
replaced years ago;
fringed in water. shimmering
blinding gold
until the moment the dew heavy clouds
draw in: the new patchwork tarmac, red and black,
Adder sharp, grows to replace the glare;
I find my keys
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| Photo credit: K Connors |
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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
The art of paying attention
Image source: http://www.morguefile.com/
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