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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