Sunday, September 10, 2017

Follow You Home (3)

Another thing,
it could be just a matter of evening.
An afternoon holding night at arm's length
before easing her into the ground.

A walk where dusk is coming quickly,

surrounded by plum trees. Fortune, a stray cat following you home.

Even if you don't believe
wisdom can be just what it sounds like,
a memory with a shadow curling into itself.
Familiar hands at the end of mystery limbs.

Consider the end a becoming dark,
not exactly, but getting there.
Forever falling, never landing. 

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