The Very Last Moments of Lao Tzu

By satnrose

she was a firewalker she sang a barefoot dance I thought I was dead

she looked up I thought I saw what she spoke I thought Spanish she

ran out in the rain I thought I could catch her the night I fell off the

mountain I was looking too hard and when it trailed off I thought I

saw it go farther so I went further til I lost what I thought I saw in

the rocks even the end came to an end and then there was no place

else to go except straight over the edge and I thought this must be

exactly what the very last moments of Lao Tzu must have felt like
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satnrose is a well-known antiquarian bookseller. He has been published in a number of magazines in the past,but since his reincarnation as ‘satnrose’ last year, he has been published in the EVERGREEN REVIEW, the ICONOCLAST, COUNTEREXAMPLE POETICS, DANSE MACABRE, APPARATUS, MAD SWIRL, etc., etc., etc., and has poems forthcoming in STRAY BRANCH, etc…..


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