"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, August 18, 2012

Lost Dog...


A lost dog
On a dead end road
On a November night
Bitter and cold
Blind and crippled
Alone and scared
Hungry for love she sits and stares
Curled in a ball against the wind
Alone meets her demise
Grave the snow
Eulogy the wind
Peace the recompense


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