Wednesday, October 19, 2011

3294. SURETY AND A NOTION

SURETY AND A NOTION
All these terrible days, and then you're
going to tell me I have to die? I don't
believe this. Like the windward willow
bending to the lake, dreary to droop
but staying in place, I withstand every
urge to flee. And I will do so too. I will
not die. You can mark my words, even
after I'm dead and gone.

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