Saturday, February 18, 2006

36/365 Saggy

You never sensed sadness, but everything about him sagged downward: wilting bangs and languishing gaze; the solemn corners of his mouth; sloping shoulders; droopy jeans. His unmistakable detachment suggested he knew things in ways poets, or prophets, do. When he winked, you were certain.

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Blogger NIRE said...

this is a beautiful description. poignant.

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