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Intersection (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I spot a hawk perched atop a stop sign. He probes my poll as I slow my approach to this cross in time. We gaze on gaze and weigh the ways our brains behave, I and this birdly friend of mine. When we brake our stare he takes to the air and I to my grinding line.

SupremeDreamer 25-Nov-03/3:10 PM
Hrmm. well, its choppy flow suits it.. but that second gaze.. Perhaps phase? ;/ oi.

Well, I'm known to braze- but today I flicker and smoke. Its very raw stuff, good though; it has room to form itself, and even change colors like a cameleon.

I'll save my vote for now, second and third looks will probly change my outlook on it. much fun to be had with this piece.




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