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a moment in pre-flight .

  
 
   
Walking through a quiet suburban street  
you're on my mind, it's deep  
not as dark as the asphalt  
though it sticks like bitumen  
   
There's a dog wagging it's tail    
comes to greet, sniffing the hem    
on my jeans  
A bird lands on the solid white line  
between stop and go  
I look at the bird  
 
The dog looks at the bird
as my mind was looking at you  
the same desire, with the same instinct  
the same taste, identical needs;  
the dog, didn't touch a feather on that bird  
It's all the same    
   
The moment ends  
I continued walking  
-you, still tattooed in my thoughts  
like the reflective paint line    
running down hill  
with enough adrenalin  
to control traffic    
and land birds    
s a f e l y .  
   
   
 
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 28th May 2022
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