Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Until we meet again

on a long dark staircase
she  pausesforbreath,  white-knuckled
grip on the mahogany banister
a rainstorm escapes from her eyes

in the next room
he waits in velvet, his silent
mouth  g a p i n g  at his Sunday best
a glowing hand has taken him away

Vote:  Just how long am I going to survive working full-time at a place riddled with death and fire ants?

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