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Published on: 3/12/2013
A Day Went By
A day went by and I didn't grow,
and I didn't cry or cheer.
And I felt no pain, and I took no risk,
and I'll think back in a year,
and my mind will skip, and recall not a thing
of the now, the this, the here.
And when that clock strikes midnight,
the day will disappear.
Published on: 3/11/2013
The Hardest Thing
The hardest thing for unproved men—
it scares them to the bone—
starting out a journey
with ending still unknown.
The hardest thing for wiser men—
it makes their blood run cold—
carry out a journey
whose ending is foretold.
Published on: 3/8/2013
My father broke a record
that my father's father set.
I don't think I can break it—
my kid might break it yet.
In my father's room I found
his father's father's pen.
I'll give it to my kid—
so words can flow again.
My father's father showed me once
his father's father's grave.
"Save a thought of him," he said,
"It's all that we can save."
Published on: 3/7/2013
A Rat in Your House
I might be a rat in the nooks of your house,
a plague in the floorboards and walls.
I hide when it's light, and I feast when it's dark,
on the crumbs that I hoard from my crawls.
I gnaw on your cords, I spurn all your traps,
I chew every sock and each sleeve.
But sometimes I come out, and I let you see me.
Not everything's meant to deceive.
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