Future hands
it to me from behind the counter.
It is
another sealed envelope.
“This is it”,
he says. “This is the end.”
“But I
thought the last one was the end.”
“Ah, but
this one – this one is the end.”
After the
heaviest of oaks
and all the paper
cuts
there are no
traces of flame
Only pine,
cedar, and dew
and the ash
stains have been loved off
That's how it feels though huh
ReplyDeleteAlways will enjoy your simplicity and brilliance.
ReplyDeleteI like how I can have this speak to my own situation even though you're talking about something else. It's just clear enough that I can do that.
ReplyDeleteAlso, that closing line is absolutely beautiful.