We float through a world

that's surrendered to

sepia-infused Gothicism.

Yesterday, many were handed

loss, confusion and statelessness

for all their years of hard work.

On my windscreen wiper,

a raven-dark praying mantis,

as big as the word Lord

in a hymn book,

desperately tries

to cling to air.  

LJ, 18.10.13

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Comment by Lorne Johnson on October 25, 2013 at 8:51

Ah, I didn't mean to click on the 'like' option. Mea culpa. LJ

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