Poem from a fine morning walk

Beating the Light

Two of your legs have become one
with the pavement. You sit poised
to hop across the pavement.

Your skin has dulled and your eyes
stare open in death. Flies touch
your tongue with no fear, no reprisal.

You saw the light coming
but ignored the cross.

–31 May 2012

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