We Were Dreaming, Fridge Poetry, Fewer Adjectives
Hey...I did another fridge poetry but it didn't paste right so I am just typing it out.
We Were Dreaming
Waitresses in secret rows
familiar hometown moviehouses
lonely alleys in morning
gaunt caves and mountaintips
through roadside
Colorado memory
Stolen sunsets but
naked diner nights.
3 Comments:
Oh, I like that!
Thanks Hal. Fun stuff huh. I like your poems also.
Yeah, it is fun. I'm having a blast with it!
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