– treacle

 

for a friend whose black dog has turned into a rabid mongrel of late 

 

 and so I go

 

and so I go

 

and so I go

 

and so I go

 

and where I go

 

I do not know

 

treading darkness

 

softly.

 

park rose, (c) 2008

For: Ahmad Ziad Mahmoud al-Absi (12), Rafah

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