Music played
too loud, too often.
Tracks faded
In the dark.
Forest eyes
Watching sadly.
Birds hushed,
Playing the fool.
Tobacco urge,
Discovered, purged.
Three men in,
One man out.
Sniper smiles,
Officer shouts.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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