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Monday, March 15, 2010

SBST '10 (her eyes make the stars look dull)

It was Tuesday.
We ran outside. The stars
were bright in the crisp Wyoming air.

Friday came.
She was sad.
He was angry.
We were disappointed.
She checked out.

I don't know what happened,
but an eagle flew by as we drove out,
carrying our prayers to heaven.

Dear God, can we make it?

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