Death Darts
when wind blows a gale
leaves pushed pulled tempest tossed
I see life fleetingly aloft and
gone in gasp and gust
when clocks chime and chip away at time
inevitable and intangibly present
it’s the fool’s errand to be angry at an hour
when cars zip like bullets
when plugs crackle into life
when scissors snap too close to skin
when fragile chick plummets from nest
death darts ahead of life
a promiscuous predator circling
circling even as you say you’re leaving
Copyright © Thomas Harrison | Year Posted 2022
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