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Temple City Listens to OrlandoTemple City listens to Orlando Neon wraps temple spires glowing against the dusk of vacancy. It’s here we claim place—the desert calm of a temple city. Shrouded in exile, pulled from golden trumpets, a rhapsody of the blessed and the blues riffs of apostates. If only a choir could bellow into our organs, harmonize hymns through our hearts, push compassion beneath skin. If we only had a sign, an arrow of direction, a revelation unveiling the briny depths, the salt of the lake, of the ocean. What kind of room is this? The drawer in the side table shouts in tongues, bleeds to be opened, shutters at footsteps in the hall. The sleepy patron rolls to his side, pulls back the covers and stands to draw the drapes shut. How can anyone sleep with the buzz, the flickering suffering pulse. #Unreal #Poem #Pulse #Tribute #Orlando Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
Comments7/1/2016 05:45:57 pm
Honored to have my poem published here. Thank you for providing such a beautiful home for these tribute poems! Comments are closed.
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