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Circles
The ravens still greet
Me in the mornings
Even if you are dead
And I am empty
They must not lay the blame
On my doorstep
For hanging up
When you were
Beating me with your suicide plans
Possibly they call to me
Their understanding
That death is life
That death can be freedom
That none of us are ever
Left hanging.
Morrigan Benton-Floyd lives in Northern CA. Her publishing credits include The Poetry Motel, Hazmat Review, Talking Leaves and an anthology entitled The Company We Keep. She is also a 2003 Pushcart Prize nominee. (3-1-04)
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