Jared Gullage Poems

I saw a cloud shaped like an angel,
Or maybe it was more like an eagle,
While driving between Opelika and Columbus one morning.
I hoped it was an eagle,
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Brakes squeal and glass shatters.
The sick lurch in the middle of his stomach.
A cold wind, that feeling of falling,
The ground rushed up unstoppably.
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Clickety-clack
Go the trains
Go the dice
Go the rains
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