this. his back scratched like grooves in highway cement... Plus, I remember the days when highways were cement, not modern day asphalt... recall the ridges between cement sections along the NY Thruway from Albany to Buffalo
dear Julie yes,, the hum of the grooves and the thump of the ridges moments that one day will only be found in sound archives silent lotus `
The assonance/consanance's roll off the lips and tongue like maple syrup over a stack of hot pancakes.
Hey Silent you did it again! The napkin detail is perfect! I love how cleanly you set out the images in your poems. Mike
Hey silent lotus. Been awhile! Nifty poem! Better than Dan’s stuff but don’t tell him I said that. LOL. Think I was at table 7 when this whole scene went down. I don’t know though, most of my life has been a blur if ya know what I mean.
dear Leeza yes i remember how gently you place your lips to your fist before you roll the dice 7 ... your lucky number your secretes about Dan always remain safe with me silent lotus `
dear Tom i will start the day with a short stack in honor of your high praise & i'll add a bit of orange rasp to the syrup many thankyuus silent lotus `
thankyuuu Mike it's indeed interesting how the aura of colors can etch into our inkwell existences & the universe of seeing a warm smile silent lotus
