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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Written while sitting outside at a flea market....


From the Northwest flows the scents
of the upcoming hours.
Humidity rising - heat flies by
overcome by a minute
whisper of coolness.
Quickly eradicated by a moment
of pure hot sun
beating down on black pavement
increasing the question of what's to come -
blowing tablecloths
and then a cloud
Essence of busy breezes. 

©Vallee Rose 2010

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