Poetry & Prose

Time Here

Curious,

You’ll never know

How resonant the sound

How fitting, profound–

Those words in the wind

You said just listen, just read

It’s now the only air I breathe

 

Curious

In the ground at twenty-seven,

Leagues under

Leaving me to wonder

At peace,

Scott-free,

Those words unsaid

And dirt beneath my feet

 

How strange

To add the hours

To measure our time here

From the ground up

To remember throwing up our hands

And saying

Let’s just go,

Let’s be now–

And then now was nothing at all

 

How strange

To feel such relief

For that triumph

But such regret

For the absence of a song.

 

How strange,

We seemed so strong.

 

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