Craig Steiger

Rookie - 3 Points (Fifties / Sierra Foothills)

The Dead - Poem by Craig Steiger

somehow there's always
The irrational expectation
the dead will continue,
Will roll the gravel
down driveway
the way they did for years,
but no-
Instead they'll fade in photographs
bound for the attic
Destined to be unidentified
by generations
not yet born-

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  • (4/5/2008 3:02:00 AM)


    a blatant truth, well told...
    good write, craig
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2008



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