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Two men, stopped

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A little over two years ago, I was mugged by a sestina. Today, I was again assaulted by a sonnet, which is Very Definitely in the same setting. I still don't know anything more about it, mind.

Two men pass by on the street. Well, no, wait,
That's not where this begins. Well before it,
When they pushed through that crowd, that sought to sate
The need of winter seasons, streets bright lit,
Each knew the other's presence, and set out
To pass, and unacknowledged, only then
To stop. And there they stand. There is no shout
That could be louder, none more clear, for when
They stop, they both stop, standing there, quite still
The people move around them, back to back,
One dressed for business, one for war, and ill
Is chance, to bring them, narrow, white and black,
Together. And wind-caught smoke, ensuring
A scent that mixes colder, and enduring.

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anandimide
Oct. 15th, 2012 04:38 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love this! Hope you're well! :-)
niallm
Oct. 15th, 2012 08:27 pm (UTC)
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