Passing CarsA Poem by Brett HernanLast night's, Frost melted Dew lined With that, 3.43 AM Aerosol Used car Salesmen With cans of, 'it' In their hands Labelled, 'New Car Scent', 'In a place That is called; 'Winter', Next Morning's Frost Melted Dew Lined By Hand Fried Car Discarded Midnight Bus Ticket', scent. Next morning's, frost melted dew lined, by hand On the way to the bus stop. In the light Now Just down By the way Past the kindergarten.* *German for, 'Children's Garden'. © 2017 Brett Hernan |
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Added on July 12, 2017 Last Updated on July 12, 2017 AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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