Saturday, October 23, 2010


an old lit lantern
white whiskered furry feline
a moth’s wings go limp

newborn puppies
an old dog sleeps on
a young boy’s heart breaks

greens turned gold
dried veined leaf crackles
to busy i never looked

a loved friend moves on
hold tight a treasure
diminished circle still round

bad people exist
lethal injection
and for us God weeps

I see I hear I feel
life fades to nothing
death is a contrast

paulette thibodeau-baker

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