Puddles and brush

wheels go round picking up gravel
hubs dirty slowly turning
cold hands on worn handles
driving to the warm mall
for the escapade of
movement
and momentum
beautiful sights
and the din of its
social sound

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Comments

Geezer

9 years 7 months ago

Where else...

can you go for such a cheap and good time?
Shorter than your usual, but just like always, you make me see the scenario.

lovedly

9 years 7 months ago

surprising so short

and sweet
makes one go through
a road construction demo
as u in the cold
drive and
go to a mall
to warm
your eyes inner ball

scribbler

9 years 7 months ago

hi

I recall
trips to the mall
in younger days
just to watch and graze
the items on display
and younger folk at play..............good ol mall lol. cheap entertainment. Thanks for the reminder.....stan