Harley


Here’s what I can recollect: a dark coat, old and faded;
a sentence in the lobby where farewell was contemplated.
Wary of the pending choice, of doom anticipated,
balanced on the other side by pain left unabated.

Beckoned to the smaller room—a metal table waited.
The doctor tried to reassure that first he’d be sedated,
followed swiftly by the sight of Harley’s eyes vacated.
Thirty seconds, give or take, ‘til our companion faded.

by howard

December 12th, 2003

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