Saturday, December 6, 2014



    One couldn’t know – the mouse scrolled
    And burrowed, digging out a brother.
    Taking all this time coming, inclining
    Me to consider the decades
    Scrunched and twisted into
    Stretched-out tales – no sense
    Railing at what can’t be helped.

    The light flickers on the screen.
    Nothing is perfect, not even
    Microsoft.  Imperfectly he
    Appeared hearing from just one
    Ear afraid something
    Long ago would rear
    And take the other.

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