Sunday, January 22, 2017


The haunted car sat in the tall grass,
At rest by the side of the road.
The rain rolled down cracked windshield glass.
The rain was turning to snow.

The shadow inside the car turned
To peer at the face at the door.
The face was long. The dark eyes burned.
The face was the face of a doe.

The doe was startled and turned tail
When she noticed the shadow move.
But the shadow remained in its wrecked jail.
The shadow had nothing to prove.

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