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You are my favorite, the first I could pick out, among far off lights in chaos. You shone to me in Strawn, Texas when I was a child with my grandfather on his deer lease. You were the last I saw before bed, You were still there when we woke in the early morning. You are a hunter too, your bow pointed forth, and sword hung low, like the gods used the stars to sketch something inappropriate, like the sky was their science journal from middle school. You followed me like the bear. I saw you on Fall nights in college, on my back in my backyard with burnt ash on my T-shirt, through an unfocused tequila telescope. But now, in this city, I don't see you as often, or maybe I've seen you the wrong way all along. Maybe like we see the world from the floor down, we see you hunting the bear when in mirrored reality, you run from the beast and I can't blame you because we all do, or maybe you're not even there anymore, we just don't know it yet, because as fast as things change, like youth, seasons, perceptions, Maybe you've burnt out, Maybe the bear caught you swallowed you whole into his black- stomach. Maybe I should start running so he doesn't catch me too.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
When the Bear comes
You are my favorite, the first I could pick out, among far off lights in chaos. You shone to me in Strawn, Texas when I was a child with my grandfather on his deer lease. You were the last I saw before bed, You were still there when we woke in the early morning. You are a hunter too, your bow pointed forth, and sword hung low, like the gods used the stars to sketch something inappropriate, like the sky was their science journal from middle school. You followed me like the bear. I saw you on Fall nights in college, on my back in my backyard with burnt ash on my T-shirt, through an unfocused tequila telescope. But now, in this city, I don't see you as often, or maybe I've seen you the wrong way all along. Maybe like we see the world from the floor down, we see you hunting the bear when in mirrored reality, you run from the beast and I can't blame you because we all do, or maybe you're not even there anymore, we just don't know it yet, because as fast as things change, like youth, seasons, perceptions, Maybe you've burnt out, Maybe the bear caught you swallowed you whole into his black- stomach. Maybe I should start running so he doesn't catch me too.
NaPoWriMo #5 using the prompt from day 2.
#death#memories#stars#constellations#orion#bear#hunt#bryangrissom#grizzo
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Apr 5, 2015
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