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ponderance
December 2008 
days and nice
Posted on Jan 5th, 2007
by 
Nadroj
Nadroj
the cool sound of windchimes, big and small
cars whoosh by on the slick road, on to their destinations.
each one
some dangerously cling to the curves, pedal planted
some with the guttural, coughing squawk of an injured bohemith
i wonder about their contents
is he smoking a cigarette, listeing to old vocal jazz
is he a she, putting on her lipstick in the rearview
is she late, is she early,
What are her dreams?
Does she ever think about all the houses she drives past and the people inside them-
imagining an old man in a bath tub, lightbulb exposed
or lovers tangled on the floor, the door open
what's her favorite scent?
Does she like soup? I do have just enough for a second.
cars whoosh by on the slick road, on to their destinations.
each one
some dangerously cling to the curves, pedal planted
some with the guttural, coughing squawk of an injured bohemith
i wonder about their contents
is he smoking a cigarette, listeing to old vocal jazz
is he a she, putting on her lipstick in the rearview
is she late, is she early,
What are her dreams?
Does she ever think about all the houses she drives past and the people inside them-
imagining an old man in a bath tub, lightbulb exposed
or lovers tangled on the floor, the door open
what's her favorite scent?
Does she like soup? I do have just enough for a second.
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