clouds clear
and the sun like an ambulance
in time to see your last breath
finally shows
but the light is not there to spite
the dark
they need each other
even though the darkness may not always
realize
and death never knows
that life only dances on graves
because there is no music without it
flowers at funerals
are the whole reason for balloons at birthday parties
the widow is deep
in the heart of every bride
and that little shit
bouncing the ball in aisle 7
someday becomes the man
with a bad back
and a broken soul
writing poetry and contemplating suicide
in the grocery store cafe
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