Black Wheat, 2
by Jerry Ratch
They are really living (they)
say things they don't mean
. . .
Do not know what they say
Take the path without heart,
seeing the image
. . .
The moon rises above them
It does not move their blood
Nothing calls out to their blood
Something calls out to their blood,
or they do not hear it
. . .
They have chosen the path without heart
They ski in the mountains
They are really living (they)
go from store to store
in new, cheap clothing
on a search for the gaiety of life
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Okay, yeah. You can keep posting these.
I like the quietly mysterious tone.
Wow: 'They ski in the mountains' - this line sent my MIND ski-ing in the mountains. LUV this voice *
Is there a Black Wheat, 1 available to read? Can't find it on your profile.. (Though it would add to the whole mysterious tone if there is no BW, 1...)
Good writing, Jerry. I like the imagery.
Yes, there is a Black Wheat, just around the corner, it comes up when you hit on "More" at the bottom.
Also, more to come.