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"Dead Heels"

"Dead Heels"

A Poem by Mac

"Dead heels"
pounding away
   like church bells.
 The spotlight noir
      shining on bright,
collared shirts torn;
puddles sound like wind-chimes
during torrential storms' hell-fire.

Dried in the morning,
gray, sunshine-covered
turf,
basketball hoops
and
chain-link fences
during jazz-coated Harlem,
 stride piano players
play to the busy-bustling
of Old New York.
      Sidewalk surfing
to the pin-striped parking lot,
Awaiting me,
    a vast void of
dead heels echoing.

© 2015 Mac


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Added on February 21, 2015
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Mac
Mac

Conway, AR



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I went to college for Creative Writing, of which I did not finish. I now write in my free time in hopes of one day publishing my work. One of the fears I have to face is making an online presence - .. more..

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