Thursday, June 4, 2009

I remember poem(10/7/08): “I’m pretty sure”

nothing out of the ordinary happened
for the first part of the day. I think.
Its a blur really, morning. Until
somewhere around early afternoon
when I spotted a foot, a really small
foot disappear behind the front door.
Instinct made me run, reach, and grab.

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