Parade

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Silence. The winds whispers, then, howls. It swoops and scoops. Spreading layer upon layer of dust. Newspapers separate. Cyclones of print spreading their wings. Empty beer bottles roll. Their aroma saturates, penetrates. A drunk sleeps. Clutching his whole life in his hand. Remembering. He moans, reaches out, and returns to his world. Buttons, pins, deflated ballons. Mementoes of the day. Forgotten. Laughter hangs suspended for another time. Tramping feet recede. Rainbows fade. Euphonious tones drift and ebb. The wind sighs and murmurs. Sounds are locked away behind closed doors. Eagerly awaiting another day.Any comment is welcomed, good, bad, or indifferent. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 01:08 AM PST 0 • 9

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