MAKING A HABIT OF
ALL GOOD THINGS
The moon went down over
Clyburne Hill by two-thirty
that night; leaving a dark
wake and nothing behind it.
I was awake, and still....
I thought about the Gospels,
I thought of Jesus' jail. I
wondered how the vines felt,
how deep did they impale.
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There was nothing to imperil
me, but I remained awake
nonetheless. Life has ease of
moments if you take them. If
someone, right then, was entering
my car, my home, taking all my
things, I probably would not
have cared.
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On the lonely sidewalk today,
another broken piano sat. People
keep nothing old anymore.
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