Friday, December 30, 2016

Exit Interview Valentine

Is it because I keep staring
At his courage that statue
Keeps grinning at me
Is it because I can see
The roots of some higher tree
In the bare branches of this one
I can feel cloud-like
Is it because death is
Just getting tired of oneself
That one can foresee
A dramatic departure
All this time to plan
One’s death as if it were
A wedding or a party

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