death and I met
Death and I met at the drugstore on the corner I was
going in as he was coming out and blind in his hurry
he almost hit me head on but he missed and so
I nodded hello as was my habit and then he smiled a guilty
smile that I seemed to know and aloud I wondered if maybe
we’d met somewhere before and being a gentleman he slowed down and politely
answered no but I feel so certain that I’ve seen you somewhere I
insisted and he thought maybe we’ve known some of the same
people and that must be it I said then he smiled a funny
smile and said we’ll surely meet again someday so I certainly hoped
we would and then stepped into the door as he
made his way down the crowded sidewalk.
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♦
steadily skipping stones 