Friday, July 14, 2017


the prayers skipped out
no destination even imagined
a shot in the dark
with no target
person, paper or god

or they traveled
no matter their urgency
like the damp whisper of a snail
on a six inch journey across a stone
or at the speed of light
blazing unseen into some dark corner
of the universe

or maybe they just sat nearby
on the sill of a window
closed to time and space

yet the response
was quick and blunt
like a lightning bolt
to the deadened brain
giving no relief
only numbness

but even not feeling was a better answer
than no

Barry DeCarli
July 9-14, 2017
On South Street
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