Nothing At All!
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Eric Cockrell
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woodsmoke,
frozen breath hangs,
time suspended...
the old neighborhood store
closed, building abandoned
to the rats...
a broke down Chevy,
a tent blown by the wind.
children hunched shiver,
the fire crackles and spits,
trucks race by going nowhere...
snow flurries, cracked lips.
a can of tomatoes, corn,
and green beans...
a couple potatoes,
the pot boiling slow..
'we the people' lost,
out of sync with time...
the six o'clock news
says nothing at all!
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