Wednesday, April 2, 2014


The echo in a cave like the memory
of our past bounces off walls
made of stone or brick or block.
Not that long ago we sat
and ate the impala by the fire
using stones to break the bones.
Now the Impala is parked
in a garage made of block,
that baby cost a few bones
and the brakes are anti-lock.

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