Day #23: Poem Four

 

This was kind of a strange day.  I didn't accomplish a lot of what I wanted to, yet I managed to take a lot of different photographs, witness a big fire, and write 4 poems, two of which I will share.

 

I've loved too many boys who died too young

passed away;

two murders

how many people have

two ex lovers

murdered in their 30.s?

two cancer, heart attack, and a stroke.

those were just the lovers

there were friends, too;

accidents and illnesses

loss and grief

this is the flip side of magic.

 

Grief and magic

   appear on opposite

   sides of a gold dollar.

I spend my time flipping

that coin wanting magic

to land up

getting grief instead

statistically biased

someone must have stuck their gum

on the magic side.

Yet I don't seem to give up hope.

I pick the coin up off the brick floor

toss it once again.

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Shadow upon ice

a dark trunk long arms erect

reflect no warm trend.