after a nap an image grew

[mtmynd]

after a nap an image grew
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against a pure white wall
void of decoration
Marietta sighed
leaving an orange stain
that broke the silence
...peacefully

(so it seemed within the orange peace)

books all lined up
like dead soldiers
their spines riddled
with the alphabet
taking their stories to
the used book grave

(the ending never arrives)

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mtmynd

[mnaz]

Ending is never arrival,
arrival is never ending,
or something like that,
dead soldiers like reruns,
what was fresh yesterday
and all that twine for the
kittens and international
spies to play with and bat
around in the meantime, and
god those dusty old spines
shot up with words.

[mnaz]

and that's what I loved
when pinched for time,
the interstate highways,
so I could go between all
those states to see me, all
those signs and back again,
like that sign on I-10, if you
want to know the lord call
532 something, like I read
in a local poet's book off
the shelf, never mind
the particulars, poets
gotta cover that ground,
go the distance, on the road
and back, and write about
salvation signs on highways
that end up in books on shelves,
because it's the only way..

[saw]

Nice trilogy !....

[mtmynd]

write about
salvation signs on highways
that end up in books on shelves,
because it's the only way..

indeed, it's the only way to spread the words saving them for prosperity's sake. one never knows who might read a dusty, musty old book on a favored subject and actually get a kick out of it or better yet, talk about it with others. wow! what a concept!

gracias, amigo!