Sunday, July 24, 2016

Summer haze

The worm slithers through the dark tunnel
To pick up a cocktail of passengers
On their way back home
From the end of a foggy summer day
Flashes of images in motion
The tracks are heated
A grey haired lady
Lifts her black cotton skirt
Up to her white flawless thighs
& with her rain boots resting
Ties her wise hair backward in a knot
Her face reflects a veiled one
Skin full of cloth excluding fingers...

She yawns.

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