One Peace(c) Singleton 2008He rifled through theglove box,paper cups, scratched CD'sand registrations to six cars back,thumbing for something,anything,to put his fingers on,that said yesterday"I loved".....The sky changed into athousand gowns,dripping with jewelsand then suddenly,barren blue...almost black...and he grasped at nothing....laughterless...And remembered.....The one peace he had laid
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