| A gentle wind on the balcony scratches upon my skin. As a conversation is finished and I stare at the leaves falling off the trees. Is it possible they think the same that they will never rise again. To fall upon the newly frozen snow and disappear before first light. Will that be me grasping upon a single branch only for a whisper to push me off to melt within a beauty not my own and be forgotten while children play. |
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| The Devil did call today left a message on the phone He said he'd stop by tomorrow and give two knocks on the door I told him that I'd be away but he said he'd find me anyway if I was eating he'd take my food and if I walked he'd grab the floor if I drove he'd sit right there and watch from the passenger's seat. I said I'd hide in the cave behind the dunes and he said no I'd be in the garage, behind the boxes. Why warn me, I did ask He replied, do you expect the Devil to tell the truth. And so I waited through the night. It turned tomorrow and the next A week later, past today-- the Devil came again this time dressed in grey. I asked him why he was so late and he replied, as I quaked I'll see you in thirty years I blinked, and stopped. Why did you come at all? Even the Devil has a slow day--- |