Friday, August 10, 2007

Here's To You, Pancake


i watch the fireflies carefully navigate the heavy autumn dusk - stormy blue and seldom green



the warmth taken with it--even the shattered boards logged with cool moisture and pieces of blood and skin cashed for splinters



the grass, grown pale from too many lightning bolts -- reduced to shadows...



...the strange house with no lights - - eyes adjusted and waiting



the sound of footsteps...a single blast from a shotgun and our ears ring for so long that the silence goes unnoticed...




...even now

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