small town ticking summer

small town ticking summer
on a sunday still
with hot salt and sparrows
rushing in the feeding wind
sunken bells in watery sleep
keep small men marching
in lilac silence memory
snake slithering hollow men
sleep walking in blue vapor
wag tailed to the morning




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-07-06 at 13:23

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I say it every time I read your poems: the imagery is amazing. You paint a picture with words in every poem, and I've been in that" small town ticking summer." Maybe it's the photographer in you that sees all the details and the poet who expresses them in such an eloquent way. I enjoy reading your poems.
2014-07-06