Walkabouts

 

I sit in darkness under the tree of life waiting for an early death.

Around the watering hole all the animals stand not drinking,

just staring at their reflections.

At night I hear the wild dogs.

Nature is not cruel, neither is it kind.

The Milky Way passes over me with no intentions.

-Toronto: June 2014

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