This can be a death
Putting out the fire has stopped
this means something.
I have not seen death…but I think I know when the particles stop shimmering.
There has been so many conversations lately,
with the corners, with the uneasiness that it carries in every slow burning days.
The leaves are falling with a swirling motion,
I think no matter how much I have ignored the importance of me,
but this creation cares,
the sky shows,
the light goes…
and I think it’s a dandelion that calls for a ride.
For so many days there’s a empty bottle lying by the door,
by now I am liking it’s presence…there’s so much you can say to it.
Somewhere someone is playing a piano…
Let the days roll as I close the drapes and switch off the lights…

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Photograph: Google.