Metaphors, by Albert Ahearn
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The yellow incandescent lights
Of early hours stare outward from
their artificial galaxy
like miniature jaundiced stars.
An Exxon Mobil neon sign
Emits bursts of intense red light
Blinking like a tiny pulsar;
Two blue-white halogen headlights
flicker along a thoroughfare
as rapid moving satellites.
Engrossed in this imagined view
looking out my bedroom window
until the sun opened his eye
then all but one had disappeared.
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Posted: 2013-12-30 18:36:07 UTC |
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2014-02-08 04:02:00 | Jameela |
This is simply beautiful |