A List Of Nothing In Particular
By: Bryan Olson
Faint warmth.
Crunching earth mixed with salt.
Forgotten wood – vacant.
The clicking of heals and the chirp of a voice.
A lone ranger on a quest.
Brick and stone.
Ice melting, giving birth to that magical sound of falling.
Conversations of life.
An overflow of knowledge – books.
Artists in a hallway.
The hum of a pop machine whispering its secrets.
Conversations this time of frustration – two – one on one.
Procrastination in blue.
Empty – hollow.
Punk-rocker.
Again the artists bleed their craft.
Comforting cool.
Footprints in snow.
Condensation dripping oceans.
Rusty rails and garbage pails.
Trees.
The scent of food – I am hungry.
Laughter.
Seclusion in groups.
Stairs to power.
Sadness.
Units to extinguish fire.
My bag.
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