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yesterday i was on the river fishing
the fish were biting,
the weather nice
I caught a headache
it was that black bear
again ... the one that haunts my past
running up river, running up as fast as she can
she stopped ... in the whitewater
her favorite haunting grounds ... me
she had an ugly face on
axes to grind or something ...
we look into each others eyes
she growls
the sun was shining on her
only her, like always
she was on stage, pushing her weight
her message short,
and biting with sharp teeth
i remember the exchange in time,
breaking my heart ...
her words blunt ... and to the point
in response to a response
she wielded that sword of hate ...
s-a-y-i-n-g
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I sank in spirit
I sank my last footle from the contest
why does she do that to me?
in my mind i thought it was a decent footle
i walk away
i walk alone
i walk away from the river
from the corner of my eyes
i look back at her
she wants to get the last word in
like always
I let her ... it's important to her
she says I have a big ego
and need help ...
i bite my lip
what could i do?
with someone else's tunnel vision
and spite
i continue walking along the river
so symbolic, with winding turns and life
phantom faces
i look into the river and throw
my fishing pole and gear away, too
i lost my joy
it hurts
connie pachecho
3/29/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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