Dale held
a tragic misconception of time,
the turnings of clocks
and calendars
would eventually
heal all his wounds.
Then one
day Dale up and croaked,
still bleeding,
still too stubborn
to simply say I’m sorry
and possibly
hear Me too.
Dale failed
to mend his fences
in life (which is
the only way
to die with
some stock in peace).
Lord, what an idiot.

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