she doesn't see
it coming. the hammer,
the nail. the swing.
jobs end. love ends.
we never see it coming.
or perhaps put the
blinders on, staying
in the shade, refusing
to see the light,
the truth of what
comes and goes right
before our eyes.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
1 comment:
Hmmm. Jobs end. Love ends. I would have never put them in the same basket, in terms of hammers, nails or swing. A job ending is jolting perhaps. A love ending is devastating. Jobs come and go. Love is rare, and as I've said before, I don't think it ever really ends. Buried alive perhaps, but not simply terminated.
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