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Wet Road
by Uriel Tovarmy view is obstructed
by dozens of stars
splattered
against the frame of my destiny.
they are wiped clean--
destroyed
by the hand of time
guarding my thoughts with a steady
wish
whoosh
splat.
streaks of light
cut into my eyes
like tiger claws
pouncing on me
like the turn ahead:
metal and rubber squeal. 01/08/2005 Posted on 01/08/2005
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 01/08/05 at 05:26 PM another outstanding piece Grey ~ your writing never ceases to amaze me |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/10/05 at 12:57 PM Yes, interconnected events, one leading to the other, which in turn shall cause another effect and so on. |
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