Wednesday, December 22, 2010


Likens has been defanged
I realize as I drive the road
That once seemed vibrant,
Quaint, perhaps alive.

A silver bullet hit its heart
That day he moved away
And now a lengthy corpse decays
From 98 to somewhere off route 4.

I lay flowers by its marker,
County Highway 1-6-7,
Remembering the times we shared,
In concerts, parties, playing games.

I drive the old, forgotten route,
That’s snowy and unplowed,
In need of salt to melt the ice,
And dim from one less house’s light.

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