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6/3/2015

Spring is the time of death.
Look out the windows;
Mist and memory drift
from the verdant hills.

At road’s curb,
mangled
bat wing
slate sky.
I drive.
Death lays.

Delaware Dawn

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Rose, yellow, and verdant light

prances,

leaps from ocean surface,

swells.

 

Cobalt sky,

lightly brushed with

peach clouds.

Seagulls skim

above placid waters,

 

relentlessly fishing.

 

Stranded on wet, ochre sand

an upsidedown horseshoe crab,

decorated with barnacles,

a soldier pinned with medals

on his chest.

I roll him over,

gently place him

by surf’s edge.

 

Old horseshoe crab

feebly turns to sea,

patiently waits

for death to arrive.

 

Crossing Patapsco Valley

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Bridge ahead,

moving mists

hover above it.

Tantalizing

changelings,

or drifting souls,

dare me to drive

through

and beyond them.

I hesitate in apprehension

and reverence.

The clouds roll and seethe

in waves and mountains.

I step on the gas.

Metamorphosis

awaits.

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