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Sugaring
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither." -
Billy, part 2
A second, smaller part of the previous post I made entitled "Billy, part 1"
—Billy did not own a home. Instead, he lived out of his truck.
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Billy, part 1
This is just a little thing I have been slowly working on over the past few days. I don't know if its going to go anywhere farther than this.
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Night
The water in sinks drips.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
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The Watcher
Cars go by.
Snow and rain falls.
Seasons change.
But through it all, she is there. In the same spot, everyday, all day, the watcher is there.