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Floodgates open, thousands of people
darting along, some flounder, some flourish,
each one striving for that extra turn of speed
that ensures they will reach their cherished
destinations before anyone else.
In this endeavour they wander, and weave,
many attempt near suicidal crossings of
car, and bus infested thoroughfares,
cheating death by millimetres to
resurface on the other side, rejoining the
seething shoal of…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on June 27, 2012 at 23:02 — No Comments
Half moon clinging to
early morning light,
translucent and fragile against
blue sky.
A silent watcher from above,
watching over man
and beast.
His night time duty finished
he lingers, as if waiting
for further orders,
perhaps he is hanging back to see
if this mad world is any
different in broad daylight.
Finding no sense, no rhyme,
no reason,
he resumes his decline.
Helped…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on June 16, 2012 at 19:56 — 2 Comments
Escalator glides upwards . . .
21 people glide upwards too . . .
Fat . . .Thin . . .Large . . .Small . . .
Tall . . .Young . . .Old . . .Black . . .
White . . .Male . . .Female . . .
Some remain stationary on this
escaltor to second floor
shopping heaven . . .
others can't wait that long,
they push past to attain
retail Shangri-la, or
somewhere close to it,
the pulse of the almighty
dollar…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on June 10, 2012 at 20:23 — No Comments
The moment
and the
minute
become the hour
and the day,
and just as
time builds
on time,
we two
have followed
that same path,
with love
our constant
companion
through thick
and thin . . .
sometimes
considerably
thicker than
thin.
All in all . . .
amazing !
Added by william james falls on June 2, 2012 at 23:42 — No Comments
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