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d.n. simmers Page 2 Stones of silence
Surrounded by abstract stones of silence..
Winds move away, sun stay still, sky just freeze As stones are flying and stop in mid air While rockets burst and bands move down the tree lined Street on this festive day.
Little ones with round heads that smile And large ones waving flags that are Slow to change position while the Sounds, the round tuba and the horns and Feet, moving feet down the street.
Inside a window frame a cat must wonder Why all the noise and her nose twists and tries To pick out scents of long departed birds that In this morning like would be outside on A twig almost at reach for her paw.
Noise, crashing sounds and feet going Away as the day returns to the creatures who Come her in the quiet shadows of afternoon And move in grasses and leaves and trees While sun moves again passing all this Noise away , swept as the swirl of winds Come up again in the north, moving Leaves and bird make sounds that the Cat wants to hear and her tail goes Moving with her instincts , eyes following The tiny feet on a branch near the street That was torn away this morning With the passing parade.
Days
then, these days come
roaring in.. Glass shines hot as the sun comes like an old Dog sniffing into the square where coffee Is cooling and a cook is working a vender stove In the side of the street.
Hear the laughter as a girl, flirting is getting closer To moving away with this stranger she met an hour Ago, but he is the right one
Slow moving river, slow as thought in a snow storm And the white is hot against the young mans thighs As he touches her with his let under the table And she flutters her eyes
Wide open to the future as they will be in bed Some afternoon , soon and she will touch his Hair and remind him of this afternoon.
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