Bedside

Three times the circling crows
three notes like fleshed blows:
“What more to see?”
all upon the roost but he,
one foot to grave, yet wings to spread:
“Nothing more, and no thing to dread.”

Of Truth and Milkmen

Truth, like milk, arrives in the dark
But even so, wise dogs don’t bark.
Only mongrels make it hard
For the milkman to come up the yard.
~Christopher Morley, Dogs Don’t Bark at the Milkman

American journalist & writer Christopher Morley with American publisher & writer Mitchell Kennerley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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To Whom it May Concern

Destiny

Quite the rest for me

Put far from mine own hand

A tourist in a foreign land.

Fate

May invoke a wait;

Still, not quite the range

Or any real sense of change.

Independence

Quite the instance;

Do what you will

Any need fulfill.

Freedom

Is quite random

But worry, worry

Leaves the future quite so blurry.

Decisions, decisions.

Sink or swim?

Shrouded reveries

coalesce in heavy hearts–

do I sink or swim?