Thursday, April 7, 2011

immaturity

the sunset drips orange
on the pale green leaves
flowing smoothly on
the small blueish grey rocks;
sweet streams of yellow
escaping
gush through the paved earth
flooding the streets
with golden streaks.
a small bronze coin
falls from the full pocket
of a walking man
onto the sun-flooded streets.
nobody sees it.
nobody picks it up.

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