Silence at Sunset

April 20, 2010
The make-shift wedding bells tinkle in the distant, dew-filled dusk mocking my pugnacious mind.

I tuck my slender legs under my trembling chin and gently slide the rocking chair

back and forth

back and forth

back and forth

The whispery wind recounts secret bygones that I had believed my stagnant brain would never had allowed to enter again.

I gawked at the tie-dye sun, and pondered why my open-minded, daredevil spirit had parked around back.

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