she stands
with hands on
hips
in central
station,
her black
welsh hair
around her
shoulders
awaiting no
train, just
passing
through
on her way
to somewhere
new with you.
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- in reverse
- photograph
- the seven date rule
- into the blue
- a cloud, the moon and blood
- the chase
- lessened
- toy shrek story tron transporter
- pie girl
- girl with the orange mohawk
- good talk
- free falling
- the swim
- in flight
- the weight
- the broken plate
- the storm
- the red planet
- buy two ovens, get the third one free
- the other side
- pumpkin pie
- willis the turkey
- queen
- paris is waiting
- on to you
- a key ring
- power lines
- the brown coat
- wanting more
- the pattern of falling leaves
- pulling the sled
- the message
- tired of the man keeping me down
- the script
- the hat
- lady bug
- yellow cab
- at the met
- the cat
- black birds
- staying in
- on the curb
- flu shot
- your weather
- conversational cliches
- girl with black hair
- pizza with emily dickinson
- a new language
- on the bus
- time's square
- hot pastrami
- old spice
- bus to nyc
- packing
- full moon
- rolling down the hill
- the toy boat
- the road less traveled
- the story
- rented room
- like a stranger
- instant pudding
- blue monday
- cowboy up
- carryout
- the fog of you
- scratchy on the loose
- the sex talk
- thristy not hungry
- left as it was
- stars and sand
- the check up
- silently the bus goes by
- keeping time
- window washers
- a new day
- in the morning
- shawshank
- horizon
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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