Dark Prophecy
flip, flip, flip,
boredom, early in the morning,
the day after Christmas.
the channels go by quicker than
the memories of life from a death bed.
i stop on the Montel Williams Show mostly
out of thumb fatigue.
i see a-pain-faced woman
speaking about the recent unsolved murder of her father.
coincidentally it's the story of my uncle Hal and
the woman, Nicole, is the grown-up version of my cousin Nikki.
until this moment, i haven't seen her since she was the tom-boy
who tried to show me how to bait a fishing line by grabbing a live worm
and stabbing through it twice with the hook in different places to keep
the worm from falling off while it was in the water.
i was too squeamish to do it myself.
a wimpy boy in her ten-year-old eyes.
we were visiting the Florida town they lived in
during a rare Christmas vacation.
although she told me i would see her again as we hugged goodbye,
i never thought i would because she lived across the country.
now i have seen her,
this morning,
exactly 19 years to the day,
under the worst circumstances i could think of,
but she was right
in her now dark prophecy.
Copyright © Devinand Nicholson | Year Posted 2007
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