Ocklawaha Holt Poems

They are cows. Plodding along until their next meal.
Waiting, Watching, for someone to pay attention to them.
But no one ever does for long.
Because they are:
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You pass...
A whisp out of the corner of my eye.
Barely seen.
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hidden in a doorway you wouldn't know is their unless you were looking.
a plain door that leads to a haven.
you pause your hand on the knob.
finally you decide to do it. you turn the knob.
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Its snowing outside
The snow is falling, falling, falling
Stacking gently like a lost child's legos
Forming the sands of time
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the water glistens
a different time a different place
the water glistens
reflecting the cool light onto my face
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A black soul
The blackest of hearts
Filled with black blood
Black as the night in which he came
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