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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Evict Edict


Evict Edict  

It came in a plain white envelope
that word evict - in stark black
glowing like a poor magician’s
parlor trick – titillating threat
to vanish her ephemeral home
by sleight of hand – whoosh –
Such things should not come in
plain white envelopes such a
threat should not deny its evil
intent – it should creep up to
the door and dash away in a
black cloud of stink leaving the
stench of the valley of the death
of hope burning behind – Now,
she sits envelope dropped to floor
hands over her ears waiting for
the fear to subside – waiting until
with a rush of sudden inspiration
she stands, throws open the door
and runs in a free-flee-glee of
slapping feet into the nick of time
over the horizon.  



3 comments:

  1. Sometimes it takes the very worse to get us to move toward the place we truly need to be. I'm glad she ran,

    Elizabeth

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  2. free-flee-glee - what a wonderful line - yes how stark bad news can be but when we compose ourselves perhaps it is often a blessing in disguise? I do hope so

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