woodsmoke, <br />frozen breath hangs, <br />time suspended... <br /> <br />the old neighborhood store <br />closed, building abandoned <br />to the rats... <br /> <br />a broke down Chevy, <br />a tent blown by the wind. <br />children hunched shiver, <br /> <br />the fire crackles and spits, <br />trucks race by going nowhere... <br />snow flurries, cracked lips. <br /> <br />a can of tomatoes, corn, <br />and green beans... <br />a couple potatoes, <br /> <br />the pot boiling slow.. <br />'we the people' lost, <br />out of sync with time... <br /> <br />the six o'clock news <br />says nothing at all!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-at-all-16/
