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Silver Rust

byTerry Pierson September 14, 2009 Poetry 66 views View Comments
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Figuratively speaking of course
All cherry drop eye and long winded metaphors
Situational volume control
Radio static plays clear and clearer
Highway patrol up in the trees
Watch chrome cars race the countryside

Cane woman and her cat
Slink around a old laundry mat
Spines bent like twigs
Appear in forties fashion and butterfly pins
Flower dress and worn grey coat
Talks about world wars and crossword puzzles

Ancient automobiles wait on green lights
Shining for the show of silver rust
Broken antennas and blown speakers
Someone is outside with the original wheel
She used it to roll down the road
Figured out there was no where worth going to

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