It was January 17th, at least by his best calculations. The gravel road stretched to the crest of the hill beyond, and the falling snow gradually obscured the road and his vision. He looked down at the orange hunting vest he had put on 3 days (or was it 4 days) earlier and wryly smiled to himself. “At least I won’t get shot” he said aloud. Turning his head to…
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Rooftop Balcony in Rome
A view of the wall that separates the balconies in a Rome apartment building. Drawn at Art.com
In the distance
a single eye,
bearing fast
towards where we lie.
Piercing blast
that drowns all things,
and cuts me to the bone
it seems.
A charging beast
of steel with fuel,
it lurches onward
like a burdened mule.
Now rushing past
on shrieking rails,
a driving storm
to which all else pales.
-J. Allen…
Pushing, Pumping, At the start
Spinning, Grinning, It’s an art
Churning, Burning, Neon dart
Coasting, Boasting, It’s all part
Round the corner
Past the bend
Up the hill
With the wind
Now slowly moving
Now charging past
Now standing up
All moving fast
- J. Allen…
