Seat-belt firmly in place,
unmade conversations populating his thoughts
with a traffic policeman bearing down
on his windshield in a no-parking space
clusters of words jostling for attention
on the tongue’s inadequacy,
the lingering sadness of a goodbye
stealthily clambering up his back
halfway through the hug,
the lad froze
like a piece of parchment
choked by the weight of its own words.
[5:49 pm | 16th August, 2009]
unmade conversations populating his thoughts
with a traffic policeman bearing down
on his windshield in a no-parking space
clusters of words jostling for attention
on the tongue’s inadequacy,
the lingering sadness of a goodbye
stealthily clambering up his back
halfway through the hug,
the lad froze
like a piece of parchment
choked by the weight of its own words.
[5:49 pm | 16th August, 2009]
1 comment:
Fabulous... You have a way with words...
halfway through the hug, the lad froze
like a piece of parchment choked by the weight of its own words.
How effortlessly you found the appropriate words....
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