Excerpts from
Muses Half Standing
Cave
Copyright © Greg Philby
It's like love.
You come across it unexpectedly
and there it is.
It startles you off your path.
Do you go in?
You don't know what's in there
nor how deep.
And now
you can't stop thinking about it.
Fascination. Exhilaration.
An unexplained cave
in the woods.
Love.
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Mouse tracks
The Mouse Who Left One Night
to Cross the Deep-Winter Road
The End.
Or,
perhaps,
The Beginning.
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Scrapbook
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what do you do
with their faces.
they are smiling out, still,
hanging on to the side of the train,
opening up their lives.
they are long dead now but
there they are,
still hanging on
to that ordinary day.
look at the eyes.
they don't yet know the train is gone.
what do you say
to the faces
or do you let them
hang on.
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Stone house
A house you can call your own.
A patch of ground.
A fence maybe.
Peace. Security. A roof over your head.
It's what we live for.
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Sunrise
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a fresh start
good medicine
the news that the knife just missed your artery
a second chance
dumb luck
forgiveness
by them or by you.
whatever it is, there
rises the sun
every day
and again every
day and again do you still
forget to look