Futilities In My Life
When your silence becomes heavy as old souls
I march on Gettysburg
(There are many casualties)
As if shooting at snowflakes
When the war is over
Will make the Winter go away.
When my own voice roars like cannon long & loud
I run to my garden
(My enemies all were shadows)
As if digging up crocus
To check for new growth
Will make the Spring return faster.
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