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Friday, May 15, 2009

Thirteen

An old poem from my journal, written on March 13th. The prompt was, in fact the number 13, and because my step-daughter's birthday is March 15th, the ides were on my mind. Here's the edited and polished version, for what it's worth.

thirteen March
and the days
march on
moving toward
the ides of
ancient history
toward infamy
betrayal of one
who believed
himself beloved

and you my friend
loved companion
will you conceal
your heinous intent
will you injure in
the coming hours?
I mark the calendar
pages as they turn
ever nearer the
ides of yore – do you?

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