Friday, October 23, 2015

7336. MY SINGULAR EDGE

MY SINGULAR EDGE
Today in my garage I found the pitchfork
I'd dislodged  -  a long time ago  -   from
the back of some wizard-king. It still had
his flesh and blood on it, stuck. I carefully
washed it off with kerosene, and hung it
back on the hook on the wall. I remember
that day well : I'd thought I'd finally slain
some sort of dragon, a nemesis I'd bested.
But he got up and walked away.
Every day, I'm still tested.

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