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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Loose Ends

My favorite PJ’s are coming apart at the seams
Literally

It is only a matter of time
Until they end up in the trash

But
Unraveled is unraveled

Sometimes it feels like life is unraveled
all those loose ends

things started
and unfinished
all those things
left to be done

grants
sermons
bulletins
manure

they all call
“deal with me”
‘finish me”

and here I sit
watching the snow drift down
out of the sky

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