Wednesday, December 5, 2018

GATHERING


This year's crimes stroll about the lawn
Some solitary, some with arms linked.
One, beneath a cypress, his wrist 
In a cast, laughs quietly to himself.
They are waiting to be addressed by name
Administered a light stroke upon the chest
And given a few dollars and new shoes.
The year in waiting, soon to come on stage,
Thinks it will have no place for them.

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