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Like and Unlike (Free verse) by Christof

How like an old man. Midstride, dead, He topples His face as mottled As a butterfly's wing. Be distracted as the pavements sing For the rain Plays the slatted drain Like a xylophone. Consider the skin tone Now brittle as chalk, The stamp of his walk From his muscles erased Like a lyric unphrased. Note the dumb head Note the wedding ring As the unknown dully meets the unknown.

Bill Z Bub 19-Apr-03/10:07 PM
Not so sure about that last stanza, but the rest is Great.
You are the griddle, I am the meat. <---- sorry, that bit is from a song I'm listening to at the moment. Looooovage!




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