Silver Star - 3,185 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

The Scattering - Poem by GRANT FRASER

And there I was
crossing the car park,
near the Breakers,
where people in sucked
up hatchbacks,
come to do it at night...

and a Black car in
the distance, snaked,
quite fast out -
near 'Torry

getting much faster
all the time,

till it was where I stood,

poking my camera
outwards to sea,

a man and woman
got out quickly,
with no time to waste,
it appeared,

'how about over here? '
yeah - why not!

and produced a large
to empty it out
into the sky,
as if the contents
were still alive,

a yellowish white
dust cloud,

and whatever it is,
they are very very anxious
to be done with it,
whether a request or not? ,

and I think about a photo
but wont,

they stand for a whole
five or ten seconds,
then jump back into their Mercedes,

and drive away in a similar
dust cloud....

I hope they make it to where
they are going...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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