(Still)
A wise old owl
eats what moves
at night as the
still moon looks
on. Time tiptoes
through history's
dark room in
search of a
better ending.
We are too quick
to die when the
dropped hat hits
the floor, hoping
(still) for more.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
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