Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Well Wisher

You know
When people explain
How they'd like to die
It's somehow soothing
They get calm
Close their eyes
Sit back
And describe
In beautiful detail
Summer mornings
Or, more dramatically
Autumn evenings
Saying, if they could
They'd choose
Such serene contexts
To depart
Then, with a start
Uncomfortably adding
As if you were taking notes
And not simply listening

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