A poem written last year...
Knowing That All
Things Must End
Throat laid bare with upturned chin,
vulnerable, exposed, breath in--
Dare to open once again.
Every joining, holding fast,
this present joy, too soon the past--
Cleaving to what cannot last.
Linger, savor, tarry, stay?
inexorable, the end of day--
Solstice moment, parting way.
Return to one must come in time;
unclasped, glance back, let loose
of “mine” --
Silence, and the taste of brine.
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