Slow

Stretched
in a song of
long distance
relationships,

dragged,
drifted in
the chasm of
gelatin space.

The air is
red and a
smoke from
a lantern
dances slowly.

Slowly like
we can’t wait
patiently for
a big rain.

 

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to Slow

  1. rubyr8 says:

    Slow and stretched out but still intense and beautiful. Great poem

  2. Pingback: Slow  : This is how beautiful poem is made from simple words from Chester … | The Blind Cat

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