Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Fragment

Mid day the fire is dead.
The logs are black.
Commitments in the house have not been honored.
Time is the enemy,
while the wall clock turns to a dreadful hour.

Larry has a slipped disk.
The ambulance medics joke with one another,
but no one knows where to go from here.

The speech is on a running tape.

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