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Poemasabi Nov 2012
The beaten dog trembles
at the thought of being free
and would rather stay
beaten

For if it's home
which is where one expects
the happiest to be
is this bad, then terrifying is
outside?
Poemasabi Nov 2012
Tiny tots
in crimson hats ringed with fur
or green and white striped ones
with elvish ears on the sides
pile from the bus
or car
and
subvert
the no religion rule
by waving icons of Christendom
before their friends
at a place where
religion
is supposed to stay
at home.
Is it innocent or are they
the unwitting mules for
Christianity?
Poemasabi Nov 2012
Turkey Day has come and gone
with food
and dec'rative fittings
So it's down with the harvest
and up with the Santas
and a month full of gettings and givings
Poemasabi Nov 2012
Fear
of new
is the cloak
that obscures
opportunity.
Poemasabi Nov 2012
That you can't see the positive before you
Or the gift you have been given
Or the change that reality has carefully draped around your shoulders
Has me in agony
Poemasabi Nov 2012
How do you split a memory
equally so that each can have an equal part?

And what of the memories that only one
shared with the departed?
Like the three years when I was the only child.
Do I get those?
What of the four years before the third of us was born?
Do the first two of us have to split those.

What of that trip across country,
we all were there with mom
in the car,
at that motel in Kansas
with the pet dog, cat and rat.
How do we split those?

I ask because splitting the house
Has been so difficult
painful
hurtful
and agonizing.

And it's just a thing
not a thought
or memory.

I'd rather we keep the memories together.
In a that faded blue cardboard box on the shelf
And when pain and hurt are washed away by time
we can pull them out
sit around the table
and share them together.
Poemasabi Nov 2012
What's done is done
and we move on,
apart
for now.
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