The Morning Porch

February 8, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Flat white sky and a long, low rip of sound: some military jet. The first flakes drift back and forth, as if unsure of their destination.

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lucychili

February 8, 2012 at 11:56 pm

flat white coffee, sugar.
slow drip of the tap, and the clock
patting uniform slices of time into place.
parrots banter back and forth, a measure
each of contention and celebration.
- Dave Bonta
  
  February 9, 2012 at 10:21 am
  
  I love these vivid sketches of yours.
Libby

February 9, 2012 at 9:24 am

Wafted back and forth by the jet-stream, ultimately downwards.

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