by George Perreault
a palindrome it’s called
a tick tock keeping time
or is that something else
you know an hourglass
is worse than swirl when
just an empty skull remains
i walk and walk and seems
any trail will take me home
or strangers point the way
though standing on the cliff
a spray of downward thought
was all that kept me here
but if a meteor flew hissing
oh straight the hand of god
such quickness daily pray
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George Perreault‘s most current work can be found in Hole in the Head Review, West Trade Review, Angel Rust, and Casino Literary Magazine. His most recent book is Bodark County, a collection of poems in the voices of characters living on the Llano Estacado in West Texas.