Cicket's Hour

by

Adam Gosha

He's sitting all
alone but with
his thoughts and
his coffee. Smoke
risen life above,
below is junk fallen.
Cloak, companion,
overhangs weighted
suggestion. An ash
is born, set free
without wings, dies
in a crowded land of
dust and glass scenes.

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Why don't you look at When you gobble with the Turkeys
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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