Thursday, January 6, 2011

When Death Comes



She is trotting in my direction
sure footed hooves traverse earth
strong haunches propel her forward
her mission to connect with fate
her time, my time, the hour of
our intersection
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  1. MaryJanuary 8, 2011 at 4:40 AM

    Yup, I have written poems about this too. One cannot escape the intersection. One can only try to avoid it as long as possible.

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