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Poem of the Day: Allan Peterson

 

THE INEVITABLE

 

To have that letter arrive

was like the mist that took a meadow

and revealed hundreds

of small webs once invisible

The inevitable often

stands by plainly but unnoticed

till it hands you a letter

that says death and you notice

the weed field had been

readying its many damp handkerchiefs

all along

 

—from Allan Peterson’s Precarious, 42 Miles Press (2014)

 

 

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