the plague came down like the snow that never did that winter
face-masks tumbled in the wind of empty parking lots
Lines of people wearing rubber gloves Going around
the buildings The lights were turned off in Times Square
I was Flourishing on cheap gas and abandoned streets.
con(tiued)
About George C. Hartman
Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING
