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Memento mori

by Kristin LaFollette

Although I felt like

a modern-day Job in scrubs
and white tennis shoes, stained
crimson, a praying apostle
in a Rembrandt painting,

I remembered hearing that

God can take anything away
if you ask with enough audacity,

even dark contrast, tarnished,
eternal, like a wheat field
with an abandoned truck...

Fill my cup
or perhaps
    take it from me.

I needed some running water; the
coolness would have absolved my
troubles and made them nothing
more than
waters gone by.

I wish I could have been like
Joshua and stopped the sun

with my boldness.

Copyright © 2012 by Kristin LaFollette

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