MAELSTROM

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

The wind
whirls
in furious circles,
a maelstrom
all around me
like demons-
or angels…
I stroll along
amazed
by this strange parade,
this endless procession
of brightly colored cars,
and the often witless
occupants within,
desperately
clutching cellphones
to their misshapen heads,
jabbering
nonsense
to somebody
somewhere
about something,
surely trivial…

 

THB3

 

 

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