A sheriff is diverting traffic.
A mother bear is trying
to drag her dead cub off the highway.
Nothing is more important to me now
than slowing to a stop, and allowing another
their grief.
We are, all of us,
so alone.
July 7, 2009 by Scot
A sheriff is diverting traffic.
A mother bear is trying
to drag her dead cub off the highway.
Nothing is more important to me now
than slowing to a stop, and allowing another
their grief.
We are, all of us,
so alone.
father luke –
hands down the best poem so far on the deuce. outstanding, brother.
Ah…one of my favorites. Good show.
This one gets me everytime I read it.
Just wanted to say how much I love this. Wow, such a capturing of emotions without sentimentality!
Thanks y’all.
I should retire, now.
Or maybe write more.
Decisions, decisions.
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Okay,
Father Luke
Got here late, but this poem is pure magic. My mouth dropped open in awe.
Thanks, Angel. Nice blog you have.
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Okay,
Father Luke
beautiful.