30-Minute Walk by Dylan Robinson

Kicking boots into a slide at 2am,

guiding fear into passion.

Snow angels on Main Street.

Fifteen below; 30-minute walk,

too many pit stops.


Kettle boils over, bubbles up,

with laughter

with late champagne

with nervous glances


Comfort in uncomfortable silence


Hiking boots hide silly socks,

big grins bring midnight sunlight.

The “WHRRRRRR” of an inflating air mattress.


Clumps of clothing embrace carpet;

heavy eyelids combat circadian rhythm.

Two souls walk the line between sleep and wake,

taking a tandem                drift

Categories: Issue 1 - Fall 2011, Periodicals, Poetry | Leave a comment

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