some trees
fall. heavy footed in the deluge.
the birds scatter.
the engine of life stalls. sputters.
your wings shudder,
you're dripping oil and gas.
the gauges are stuck.
the plane goes down in gorgeous
flames.
everything has its day.
behind everything beautiful thing,
lies pain.
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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.
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