Poetry by Ivan Peledov: Places They Don’t Mind

Twisted alphabets of winds and forests
slightly change with each mile one walks
until they become pure nonsense like time and space
in the twilight composed of countless suicidal bicycles.
Clouds and leaves cover the sky like too many slovenly mothers,
and travelers happily discard their pasts
absorbing the dreams of bottled water.

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Ivan Peledov

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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