Saturday, October 31, 2009

Unrequited Dreams

by Paul Hellweg

The dead see what we don’t.
The empty sockets of their skulls
hold the answers and
the knowledge we all seek
while magnolias whip in the wind
fueled by last breaths and
the flapping away of
all those dreams
the dying leave behind
like flattened beer cans
along Interstate 5.

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