Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

From the Top

Wide awake I'm
blindsided and rolled
by gravel like being
caught in the inner
workings of a top.
It rolled from the edge,
road to ditch to grass
turning forever in slo-mo.
Fore the only point
connected to anything at all,
aft waving wild at the
witness already sprinting
down towards them, cause
he saw as they streaked by
Damn that's just
way too fast,
saw and took immediate
pro-active cordless stance
from his front yard
in Odessa.

She calls at 12:15
in the a.m.
Before I say anything else,
I'm alright.

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