Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Poem #234 of 365

I don't want to point out fish
because you lost a tankful.

I don't want to mention dogs
because so many have died from your life.

I don't want to mention home
because you're sleeping on borrowed beds.

I don't want to take you skating
because you're living on thin ice.

There is nothing now for me to say to you
that won't remind you of loss and death and

the spinning with no brakes as you skid.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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