Wreckage Stop sign at the corner, scorched grass and a small house with two frontage windows, painted pea green and peeling. Red roof and no chimney, wooden porch, two broad steps. A girl with long legs, face pale as snow turned hard as stone, black hair long as a day can stretch, tossing a red ball in the air. A car in the drive furry dice from the mirror and Virgin Mary glued to the dashboard. A dog jumps off the porch, runs after a red ball that disappears under a car that doesn't see the stop sign.
Written for dVerse Poets: Visions and Dreams AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @dversepoets
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