Friday, November 11, 2016

The Small Price Tag on Cool

Chicago was at large the most beautiful city at dawn as the sun rose full view from my bus ride into work on Lake Shore Dr. It was the only other time I turned to gaze to the east long enough to feel the pain.  The pain of time wiping out my days faster than the blink of an eye.

Just as I felt the charge of a golden sun shimmey yellow light on the skin on my arms and the density of my eye lashes through the shadows in and out of the windy cities cold wintery white frosted terrain, warm coffee from a small cup without a lid tumbled in large drops onto my black mini skirt running down black stockings and into the softest black suede boots without heels in all of the world.

A job interview covers the neatness and cleanliness of appearance. And the scent of coffee soaked into the seams of my new clothes and handbag which was placed nicely next to my right knee in length and covering all my identification papers.

There are times I couldnt take back that set up my track record of tomorrow. I didnt do this , I didnt do that, so Im here, where are you at?  I dodnt think id dream again, sink, or link my friend.  Too many tomorrows, a holier sorrow for you and me.

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