Wet Wellies
Woefully wrapped,
Walking weather whipped.
Wet waterproofs. Wet wellies. Wet… wet.
Wind whittled. Weepy.
Within, working wok-wonders while warring with words,
Wrenching, worshiping, wrackful words.
Waiting.
Weighing, will we…?
Windbreakers wrung waterless, wringing wrists…
Waiting. Watching.
Wondering… will we…?
We will work, won’t we?
Well… we’ve withdrawn.
We…
We won’t.
We’ve wandered.
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 days ago in Fiction
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