Tonight the Dead are Nothing More

—10/31/09

Tonight the dead are nothing more
than they always are.
  
They are brown scraps of leaves
clawing in the gutters.
  
They are a family's faded bed-sheets
left flapping on the line.
  
They are an unseen squall of dogs,
the ones that wake you nightly,
barking sharply down the alley.
Tunes on a Broken Harmonica
Britton Shurley
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Tunes on a Broken Harmonica

Britton Shurley

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