Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Absence of empathy
is all the rage
these days. The bad
seed nibbles on a

corner of her cookie,
wondering what fuss
is (and isn't). A horsefly
dies and doesn't move

an inch inside its death.
What doesn't happen
is kept track of by
a moon that waxes

and wanes. The wind
wipes a butterfly away.

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