Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
Do I get extra nerd-points for knowing "Moderato" meant? Oy.
ReplyDeleteYay... Yeah you do get extra points ..
DeleteFalling into crazy love. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kathy.
DeleteNice description here. Love the speed references.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marcy. I really appreciate your kind words.
DeleteNice take on Love and speed. Spot on!
ReplyDeleteThank you. It is good to hear that the combination clicked
DeleteI enjoyed the lightness, the humor, especially in these lines: "My helmet saved me./That and 'course, Cupid." Nice play throughout on the idea of "no control."
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer. It is such a pleasure to hear such encouraging words
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