not uphill nor down nor
curving side to side...
a loan figure walks in the
darkness looking for light,
children play marbles on
the side of road while the
older once toss the dice...
a loan figure walks past
the fog and into the rain,
clutching at his head as if
preventing something that
wants to leave... holding
a head in his hands he cries
out for forgiveness but
receives none, t least that
he is aware... mercy takes
him on a ride from which
few have returned - death
is welcomed in the interim,
mostly we say hello or say
not a word, gathering up
our faculties to fight, and
once posed to run, we are
capitulating and screaming
for nurses to put us to bed.
February 9, 2024
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