the zoo is quiet tonight.
I see my life before me
as the gates
close, as the children leave,
as the keepers
depart to their own lives.
I see the wrong turns.
regret.
remorse.
I feel the sting of what's lost.
I put my head to the earth
and give
thanks for the little
I do have.
I hear the whistle of a distant
train.
the air of life escaping one
breath at a time.
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