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route nine (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

Route nine, two thousand times, by the yellow sign Counting each second, under drowning pines Waiting for another moment to arrive, repeating numbered smiles between sighs. Picking up needles paired like twins between finger and thumb they spin Passersby grin in the wake of wet tires Deliberate hair plastered with cool July brine I can already hear the boxcutter's whine, or have I fallen asleep again? Route nine, two thousand times, by the yellow sign, only looking forward to a warm blue bus before work

god'swife 7-Dec-02/6:38 PM
A friend in need is a friend indeed, but I'm not the any-port-in-a-storm kind. Thanks for the offer, but I don't like the idea of an Angel no matter how Daek, picking the flesh off my dead dream. I'll just put her on the compost heap along with all the others; keep her little shoes in a box for a keepsake. See, you've already helped. Can I have a rain-check, just in case?

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.
Romans 8:18.




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