AminA Poem by Brian Park
two empty black shoes
polished, laces neatly tied sit alone by the side of the road mark the passing dust from the screeching tires still floats in the air so hot and thick like drowning slowly racing through the empty streets the dark hooded crow hunts purging enemies within human carrion her face, frozen, forced smile standing silent behind pyramids of ripe oranges and leafy green pineapple tops pretending nothing is wrong where the rocks are sharp the dead reside deep inside dark caves their souls flutter about disguised as bats last night the radio made mention of his disappearance today © 2013 Brian ParkReviews
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