Friday, 22 November 2013

Prompt: The Fog

Hail
The hail follows
just behind an ambulance
barrelling down a sidestreet.

It drills holes through
concrete walls
and pushes past
rudely on the sidewalk
and then it steps aside.

Eyebrow Hair
The brow hairs rise
like a crowd preparing to sing.
They linger in an awkward fashion,
not willing to retreat.
And then they're yanked away.

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