February 29, 2012

• 55 - Dead

  We've been dying since the day we were born,

  leaving a memory smear of dead babies, toddlers, adolescents, dreams.

  The painting of orphaned skid marks left behind

  gains streaks and strokes from swerves and stops,

  increasingly incomplete.

  The beloved shoes will never be worn again,

  but the earth keeps the obituary.

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