The Sun Dial

The Sun Dial

A Poem by mackenzi_drew

photographing
an old sun dial
in a blizzard

cold winter breath surrounds
cigarette smoke wisps,
alluring woman in a doorway

she lead me to an attic
and we connected through laughter
while a film being was shot In the next room

© 2019 mackenzi_drew


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Added on March 14, 2014
Last Updated on January 10, 2019
Tags: snow, cigarette, storm, winter, street, cafe, coffee, stranger, sun, ice, vines, reads

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mackenzi_drew
mackenzi_drew

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada



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Abstract/landscape painter, ukulele and guitar player, visitor of abandoned places, food lover, song/poem writer, photographer, coffee snob, museum/gallery browser, space geek, concert frequenter, lov.. more..

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