Poetry

Body Language

by Colin James

 

The light was insignificant.
Sat amongst uninhibited relatives,
then went for a walk to the Quarry.

Saw a man killing a dog.
He was wearing denim,
Jeans and a long blue coat.
A truck parked nearby idling.
The air was dense and uncooperative.

One steel cable sagged overhead.

In the summer swimmers risked everything.

 

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Colin James has poems forthcoming in Mad Rush and 30 Day Poetry. He Lives in Massachusetts with two old dogs…………

 

Art by Sheila Lanham

 

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