Saturday, December 11, 2004

The Quiet One

Deer hunting season is over.
Target practice never stops
Steady fire of gunshots
sounds and ceases over the water
Whoever, does not know
I am here, listening to them.

I don't think,
they are firing this way today
Life is this chance
of not finish something.
Before the deadline breaks.

Except, deadlines are for work
and unfinished work, does say something.

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OMG I'm bad for neglecting this. I have shut down the Xanga one and still have my typepad going. But I don't want to lose this either.

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