Some Afternoon Fear
A photo in my twenty-second year—
faded corners, a dog’s ear tear
The baby’s time is almost near,
my daughter grows,
a pie cools on a shelf of echoes.
The memory flows—
the doctor said, I half recall,
a late-night call.
Fog and horses drift and fall
through my mind,
hoofbeats lost in webs they bind.
The cobweb clings, left behind,
circulation slows,
happiness shifts, the current flows.
A scratch, a slip, a pose—
a stupid mistake—
drinking-driving—heart to break.
with so much at stake.
The best time of the day,
or so they say,
shiftless I barely sway—
this morning—silence stays.
adrift in a distressful haze.
A mother’s choice, a married maze—
I wonder at day’s dim close
if all we are is disposed
by what we chose.
A fragment—too late,
a moment lost, lost to fate,
Yet I contemplate—
a life half-filled?
a thought half-spilled—
I was not killed.
WoPoLi 
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