Wednesday, June 9, 2021

LAST WORDS

Globular notes
from an out-of-sight 

but patently 
nearby wind chime—

dissonant 
and sonorous, 

edgeless 
but intersecting,

fleeting
as they stay—

oozing out 
like quicksilver 

thoughts 
from your brain. 

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If those were your last words, 
how would you know? 

How long 
would you try 

to hold on to them
before you realized 

how loose this whole 
time they'd been 

fastened 
onto you?