Monday, May 2, 2011

Speaking of Obligations....(6)

We survived a plague of strangers that year.

Wild-eyed and throwing words into the wind
they hastened across deserts and lonely streets.

Each stranger carried a small key and a tattered heart.
They didn’t speak to us and no one asked their names,
but mothers held children between trembling arms—
fathers loaded old shotguns and stood ready.

(Sixth in a series on The Long Obligatory Prayer)

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