This week, for the Meet The Bar Challenge at dVerse Poets, Laura wants us to acknowledge the year’s end by using some closing lines of previous poems.
Because it’s December 1st, I’ve used closing lines from whatever poems I posted on the 1st day (or thereabouts) for the past 12 months…
Don’t even ask about Deadcember,
the promise of impending Winter.
He blames it on Wal-Mart:
she starts the car and is gone.
Outside becomes inside.
He owns the planet.
He feels the empty,
forgets his name.
He goes back to sleep. Waits.
Nobody stood in solidarity
or cared that he was naked.
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