it is a zone of immaturity
that time when light fades
into the darkness of time to
prepare itself for rebirth and
all creatures large and small
prepare themselves for what
is lurking around the corner;
some say it is a madness
that roams at night without
the benefit of hindsight...
that preys on the weak,
taking lessons from the humans
who were their mentors and in
whose trust they placed themselves
like so many of their predecessors
had done and later regretted;
others, live for the day when
man will darken no more nights
and make no more promises
in the light of day not caring
about the despair they brought
with them in their carryalls
like the carpetbaggers who
descended upon the South;
it is a zone of unmatched
talents that bounce unevenly
between the goalposts of life.
20 March 2020
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