Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Original Poem 10

Theseus Ship

Stock still
Stood in an empty grocery aisle
Hands clenched tight around a jar of unknown substances
Knuckles flamed red.

What a strange wonder it was
Suddenly, to think at that moment
After I go home and seek slumber
Was I going to wake up
And put on the same face tomorrow?









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