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Dead Reckoning

 
Is the earth still there,
when I'm not there to see it?
Is the sky still there? The sun?
Is the bird up there, there
when I cannot decree it?
Will the world still be
when I am made to flee it?
Will the sky still be? The sun?
Will the bird up there be there?
Can someone guarantee it?
 
 
J.D. Heskin
Duluth, Minnesota