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The old year dies
Dies neither with bang nor whimper
But with the rising scream
Of a rapidly approaching train

081019b

A Saturday Mishap

When I returned from my walk,

a sharply severed leash

dangled from my hand:

silence, instead of the usual yaps.

I could have lied about what happened.

How could I have known

that this was the week my spouse

had chosen to go off antidepressants?

021918

look in the dregs
of your empty cup
I am there