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Possibilities
by Jim Carson
Gray darts streak across the sky
Purpling as the portent of twilight
Swallows maybe- frantic in flight
As if excited about their destination
In the coming darkness
Night
Of possibilities
Younger once we too
Stalked the night
Ice glass tinkling shoulder wedged lemmings
Peddling our flesh, smiles, wit in search of
Validation and coupling
Casting longing glances
To the edges, periphery where
Would be lovers hover wraith like
In the feral dance that precedes
Surrender
Lips parted pulse pounding
Steaming up the dark and sticky corners
Where shadows hide
Now older less about possibilities
More like probabilities
Mind numbing routine begets ritual
Flickering plasma hypnosis begging for the freedom of sleep
Unless. . .
Words spring to verse in cortex
And fingers flutter over plastic keys
© Carson, 2008
Jim Carson is an Architect living in Atlanta with his wife, daughter and Snickers, the wonder dog. His Poems have been published or are forthcoming at Hungry River, Ink Sweat and Tears (UK) and Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal. He can be reached at jcarson@ncgarch.com.