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by Charles Carreon Not a pity, not a prayer, Not a regret, not a sigh, Not a hope, Not a request for intercession, Not a plea for benediction, Not a memory, Not a response, Not an accident, Not a prodigy, Not this, not that, Then what? Just a sterilized brain Just a scalded tongue Just a numb fingertip Just an arrow in flight Just an empty jug Just a chair without a backrest Just a car without nostrils Just a girlfriend without bitterness Just an ocean without dead Just a butterfly floating over the edge of the cliff.
(1/94, Colestine)
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