Upon Leaving Summer of Sam
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Blinding orange |
fills my retinas, |
making me stumble. |
The fantasy world |
I leave behind |
of drugs |
and sex |
and death |
is a better |
alternative |
to the decay |
I see before me. |
A tangerine hue |
settles over |
random lots |
of weeds |
and 1950’s |
boom houses |
scattered along |
the side of the highway, |
just like pieces |
of the dream |
I once had |
about you and me. |
Written By:Rebecca Maslen
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Submitted:12-08-99
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