Virgina

She strapped them in

Buckled them tight

They hung limp in the straps

Already waning in the morning light.

She drove to the bridge

Over water ran cold

She put the brick down

With no desire to be bold.

It went over

Making a grotesque crash

Sinking to the black bottom

Her babies fate a final dash.

"Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Maybe I Should Read a Book

Maybe I should take some time

To just be by myself.

Maybe I should take a moment

To try to find myself.

Maybe I should take awhile

To truly understand myself.

Limp into the alcove

Sit in the waning light

Fire lit, covers pulled

And read a happy ending.