Saturday, April 11, 2009


Like news of plague
the news of corruption filters
into my town,
down my road,
stops at my house.

Rank weeds outgrow my cultured plants.
I let them.

Grapes rot on the vine.
I let them

Dogs shit on my lawn.
I let them.

Boards slip from my house.
I let them.

The years fall away.
I let them.

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