Death Watch
he nudged her, his fallen mate, and I could swear I saw the tear drop fall. huddled near the train tracks, the ducks honked their grave concern. but one, distraught, and limping, flung himself toward every passing car.
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A Past Future
I watch them. so young, so fresh, so much energy, and I envy them their youth. yet I would not do it again. I wasted my beginning. I let it slip past me, too afraid to grab the dragon’s tail. but I have learned, the hard way, that you cannot escape its teeth. and so I go now, tired and spent, into the yawning, gaping, roaring, future. 8/31/13
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Ten Ravens
ten ravens sat upon the ground on a grave right next to me. they sat and sat and sat some more beneath an old oak tree. two ravens cawed and nodded east, flapped their wings and flew away. two more rose and nodded west leaving me by the mid of day. six ravens sat upon the ground on a grave they could not see. they sat and sat and sat some more but would not…
