by Greg Santos
The place within is a shiny new city. There are commuter trains and a network of subways that transport the inhabitants to my thoughts and desires. The women don multi-hued headscarves and the men all wear fedoras. It is a metropolitan hub where all the movers and shakers like to be seen eating Cobb salads. On weekends they gather here to toast each other over and over. I am never invited but I like to hear their champagne flutes clink from the outside.
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Greg Santos is the poetry editor of pax americana. He blogs here.
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The Place Within
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4 comments:
Great descriptive narrative and a great concept. Well done!
Interesting 6 - I like the 'toasting over and over' line.
i like the cobb salad line quite a bit...
Joe -- I'm blushing.
Teresa -- Cheers to that!
Quin -- I'm eating Cobb salad right now!
Thanks, everyone. You rawk. G
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