The Year in Two Voices
Friday, March 14, 2014
I awaken blurry-eyed,
try to catch the morning,
but it upends me
into an afternoon
devoid of light
that twists too fast
into night.
Not a single headstone knows
your name yet, so run along
and don't get into any mischief.
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