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Urban Lumberjack

 

urban-lumberjack

Into the silent night,

I look up.  

A pig iron forest,

rises. 

My feet,

balanced upon soft cement,

a meadow,

grey. 

Red and black checked flannel,

and hemp,

layered above denim,

covering. 

With wool upon my head,

to keep warm,

my thoughts. 

The urban lumberjack,

with fire,

built from circuits,

lit by words,

sparks,

from my fingertips.

 

© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

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3 thoughts on “Urban Lumberjack

  1. Melissa on said:

    Almost as beautiful as you.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ah the ghostly, quiet, secret warehouse! I liked it!!

    Liked by 1 person

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