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A Poem: Cars

April 11, 2014
By AlliotWould BRONZE, Midland, Michigan
AlliotWould BRONZE, Midland, Michigan
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Walking through my kitchen,
on a chilled morning spring,
I see through a window, a glowing of the woods.
Sourceless torches humming
through the pines.
I exit the house and wet my feet with dew.
While mourning doves share a branch
in the periphery of the scene,
pulsating orbs hover towards me only to turn and vanish.
With the sound of wet rubber on a gravel road,
I head back inside,
more headlights passing behind me.


The author's comments:
It's based around the idea that the scenery of my backyard is never changing (which is fairly true). The intention of the poem is to capture an exact moment in time of my backyard.

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