Like a prickle in the mind
Rises in the throat
Wells in the back of the eyes
All before the conscious thought
The song on the car radio
Wasn't even the one he liked.
No reason at all
To stir that feeling
Sharp stick in the still pond
Must mean
I'm still alive
(c)Bea DuRette
published in Skipping Stones, Vol VI
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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