https://tomluongo.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/the-grounded-man.mp3
The Grounded Man
An imperfect seal around the door.
The cold comes in a paler
whitish-brown creating footprints
not made by men, probably
Rats or opossums. I sit
shaving. I can’t remember
now, it must have
been a long time
Ago. A crack in the window
jamb. A shack, not more
than a burnt speck
against the low
Sun on the hill. Where
did I get this knife?
A man came by looking
for his pet
Rock. I couldn’t help
him. Near sundown I approached
a tree and started building
again.
This place is nothing like The Maze,
a way out is always in sight.
Clean! I think I just listened to an audiobook you narrated, lol. Seriously, you got a broadcast voice.
I love the imagery. Felt like I was there in some desolate dustbowl with you, just wishing I could help dude find his rock.
Thanks so much for participating! Looking forward to more.
Impressive. I would agree and say you have a wonderful voice and I would listen to you read books for hours.
That is awfully kind of you to say. Thank you.