A Treadmill & Sand Castles / Bob Brussack

A treadmill.
That's what did it.
Death by treadmill.
Not what you think.
He fell.
Hit his head.
A scholar's head.
A teacher's head.
A husband's head.
A father's head.
Messed him up.
Couldn't think straight.
Couldn't lose the blues.
Took his own life.

Sand Castles

A seven-year-old,
Innocent of the analogy,
Can savor the
Irony of sand castles.
A septuagenerian
Can take what comfort
There is in a kinship
With them, and with
Autumn afternoons
And the universe in general.

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