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And Time


in between storms
the trees bend and
sway

the howl of the wind
is more than that
it is like the rush

of a subway express
train passing through
a station in a moment

stirring the air and
shaking my diaphragm
shattering my thoughts

I walked back up the
gravel and dirt driveway
from checking the mail

my mind flashed back
to an underground hot
dog stand and rows of

wall tiles in the subway
and memories tucked
away in another place

and time

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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