one thing i know

in this black notch of time

in this gray lot of space with
the blue glare 
from my computer screen
washing over me
i don’t know, i don’t
know what i’m doing here!  there!
today is squeezed
by tomorrow and yesterday
seems like a prayer 
to a god who doesn’t care.
a couple of weeks ago,
two kids, car crash.
they went to my high school.
now i don’t know.  another thing to add to
that list.  Things I Don’t Know.
thank you, Time.
and thank you, God.
it goes, it goes.

 

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