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Day 13, “Black”

 Poem 13: “Black”

I didn’t look
At her face
Couldn’t look
Afraid if I did
I’d see myself
In her fly’s eyes
Black and green
A mosaic of

I just stared
At her coral-colored talon
Stabbing at me
From the black
Spidery fingers
Spinning her web
And I stepped away

Categories: Rewriting Life After Loss

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Rewriting life since the sudden death of my nine-year-old son, Sam (2007).
Trying to LEARN, think, remember, IMAGINE, cope, care, read, EAT, write, live, LAUGH, listen, enjoy, walk, meditate, stretch, watch, stop, BREATHE...and keep going.

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