IT'S A DARE
To take a running chance on
something ephemeral makes
little sense to me. Before we
know it, the seasons have
changed or the lights go out.
My wallet holds nothing but
leftover ones - the small
change from the pieces I
had thought. I paid with my
life, and now all that's done.
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There's a man with a shovel,
nearby, getting ready to post
a fence, dig a hole, or - perhaps -
see how far inward he can fly?
By digging a hole to the center
of something? Is this earth strong
enough for such intrusion?
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Dare I bet he'll never make it?
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