(90) May 24, 2010: Acquittal

ACQUITTAL

I woke up late and walked outside
   To take a look around.
Though nearly noon my cast-off pride
   Still lay upon the ground

Just where I'd left it late last night
   When first I let it go.
The look of it was thin and slight,
   A latticework of snow.

I picked it up and tried it on
   But it had shrunk so small,
I swallowed it with half a yawn
   And one quick swig of gall.

I felt a wave within my chest
   Of something leaving me,
A swift exchange of hornet's nest
   For hushed tranquility.

D. Edgar Lamp

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