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by jim calhoun - Not entered

the car door slammed, breaking the silence 
that soothed her tiny canyon with an empty balance
her arms pulsed with soft drama and dreams
sweeping across an immaginary bannister

the first step slapped tight, erotic and lonely
moving inside the pulse of clip-clap steps
silence, she thought: clip, clap, clip, clap
she paused to taste an empty street 

fingertips stared into darkness, holding her 
in the comfort of silence she stopped once again 
it was the only thing she knew, incomplete
weeping perfect like a dream from the other side

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-03-04 04:34:27
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:02
Poem ID: 48959

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