For My Brother

Finicky time snicks softly past

giving or taking or forgetting us

yesterday a playful dog slept against a child

but today he did not wake

we'll hear those claws on the floor

and a wet body shake

put down the leash and the stick

and wave goodbye to Rudi

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Driving home on election night after watching the Republican blade slaughter its opponents in Newtown, I wondered about the price of a split second's breath that often costs a lifetime. Did one man really call his opponent a snake? Really?

Lifting my camera overhead and sliding sideways through a crowd I glanced outside as a near-full moon poured silver light across the landscape.

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I don't know what to say today. The muse has stolen my mind and dashed into dreams where blades stab holes in my thoughts and doubt steps in.