Small Stone for Monday, Jan. 9, 2012

[mrs_prufrock]

The orange and silver train from my premonition of seven years past waits to draw me over rust and iron bridge across the wide river and under the sky glittering with birds and through the suburbs to a new job in the city. I reject a row of things to tell him. "Every kiss is like the first" falls like a target spun by a bb gun. "You make me happy

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