The trees are gone, their green
energy gone, as if this is it, this
is all we’ve ever needed.
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Poetry Friday: "Listening to a Dried-out Lena While Watching Harold Lloyd Hang from a Clock Face at The Mayfair"
Thanks for meeting me at the bus station in the snow, Lou.
Who doesn't like silent films? Each frame is a small shrine.
But this store clock scene has me bottomed out for tonight.
Did you know that man lot half of his right hand in 1920
when a studio prop exploded? Nearly ended his career.
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Who doesn't like silent films? Each frame is a small shrine.
But this store clock scene has me bottomed out for tonight.
Did you know that man lot half of his right hand in 1920
when a studio prop exploded? Nearly ended his career.