Askance

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    Askance
    Death seems so easy
    She's always calling me.
    Every once in awhile
    I turn a corner
    and she's there.
    Promising me rest.
    I look way for I know
    I'll give in if I ponder her too long.
    I shut my eyes an see you.
    Smiling eyes.
    I turn my back on her
    and cross the street to
    walk on the other side.

    December 11. 1988

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    JoeMartin commented on Askance

    12-20-2008

    Though I think we need to dance with death, this is a concise view of what we usually do.
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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