Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Monk, Bell

A man crossed the intersection,
Holding his daughter by the hand.
Her ponytail bobbed as she turned
With a frightened look at the car
Whipping through the crosswalk just

Behind her heels. Monk with a bell
Moaned and rang. The clouds went somewhere,
Dragging their philosophical
Shadows over the next moment.
The man and his daughter are gone.

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