last day

in the days of short pencils

and long papers

an earned renunciation of earlier

struggles

supernatural glimpse of a

well cooked tomorrow,

lying on the plate

beside the knife of

decision

bringing in the trot lines;

wrestling with those large, fat fish,

ready for the pan

and the flame

no more kung-fu,

arduous battle with

quadratic equations

instead, glancing at a

moldy clock,

I see that the

little hand is on armistice

and the big hand is on

congratulations

By Kevin Trent Boswell

Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares. View all posts by Kevin Trent Boswell

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