It snowed through the night
and early that
morning
but by five
in the evening
there was a rare
December thunderstorm
that meant something
to someone
somewhere
or maybe
all of us.
Threadbare lush
in the belly
of the beast--
your fatal flaw
was falling in
love with that
goddess.
The Japanese have a word
for it:
It means "Die well."
Duelling scars, duelling scars.
They can't take those
from you.
Currently reading:
"The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho
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