three shots
two close
and one more distant
a moment later
cracking the night wide open
to freeze the neighborhood
in it's place for a bit
until we decided it was
safe to hit the mute button again
and carry on
yes
somehow we carried on.
(c)2011DaveDonovan
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This is about observation - artistic, political, and personal. Some days I laugh. Some days I wonder. And some days I'm ready to paint the ceiling with a pistol. Enjoy the ride. Somebody has to.
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