HAPPENSTANCE
The miracle of the bells has happened, a light
over the roof, two sleds parked at the door. All
I can see are lists : the man in the iron hat chunking
apples, his green tractor tilting as it rides over a
rough terrain. Making merry always takes a toll.
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Have I lived before then? My heart wants to answer
well before my mouth begins talking. Sign language
for the blind - in an instant I realize that is useless.
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Oh how this life hurts. Hurts I say. Listen up.
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