after the broadcast
November 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
after the broadcast
I checked my pulse
it had not changed
that alone should have been a catalyst of fear
where sadness has gone to hide
I cannot imagine
maybe it is behind the battens
put up against monstrosities
that pulse ceaselessly around us
curled up and clinging
tightly to joy
which found shelter there
long ago
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead
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