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City of the Open Hand
Contributed by
catapult57
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Saturday, 6th February 2010 @ 01:42:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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In this city of the open hand, the orange
light suffuses into a dream.
Suffering rain, the slick stung streets shudder
and his as I wind through these common highways.
There is the small town, at the edge of the railroad tracks, where
the old men emerge mid-morning from automobiles and shake their
dusky heads in some confusion over the general way that history has gone.
And down in the city, the time sits sullen, and passes slowly, like the small
tick tock of stone movement.
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2010-02-06 01:42:27]
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Re: City of the Open Hand
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by Jenni_K on
Saturday, 6th February 2010 @ 05:25:49 PM AEST
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Lovely imagery.... I loved the subtle use of alliteration... Welcome to YPDC..
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Re: City of the Open Hand
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by tangle on
Saturday, 6th February 2010 @ 07:01:35 PM AEST
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Nice imagery
and the "tic tock of stone movement" is nice |
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