> they say our days grow longer, our nights
> more brief, but i don't notice. i act as
> humans do, tying up loose ends, filing
> important human papers, cleaning signs
> of life from tables and floors, speaking
> in cliches. sleet sweeps through our dim
> streets, keeping us at home, or cautiously
> walking, driving, steep-stepping along icy
> untrustworthy paths to go spend more of
> money that is increasingly scarce, if that
> is possible to be. increasingly scarce.
>
> the world grows harder, colder, more
> slippery. even the dogs can't keep their
> footing. my body clenches to an iron bar,
> sure to fall and shatter, when one booted foot
> steps outside. under that innocent snow --
> sheer treachery, bruising duplicity. never
> enough. never enough warning, support,
> cushioning. never enough evidence to
> coax belief, to elicit the faith my grand-
> parents felt every day, with each sure
> and certain step. tomorrow, they say, sun.
>
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~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
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