My face planted to the glass
I inhale as three lines of white
cotton clouds ease into view
To my left, a large tree sways
to whatever tune the wind is whistling
I can't hear it in my suburban cave
Silent as the day we first slept here
but I imagine it sounds something
like the beach on a day like this
I squint toward the sky blue sky
until letting my lids rest on the
green matted grass
My cousin Eddie said
looking out the sliver of window in the hall
was his favorite thing to do
in jail.
Author notes
just some thoughts on a page
A contest entry
- Re-opened. by Viva La Vie Boheme.
720 points, ended October 16, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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This is a very good write and the ending is great. I think the sky blue sky bit was a bit strange but over all the write was pretty good.
good luck
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