Thursday 31 March 2022

Day 1 - "Forever might be short"

And in slow blink we -
shadows dancing in embers

become mass; form shapes
in the ephemeral hour 
between night 
and
Dawn.

Blink. Two lovers meeting - 
morphing into one
Blink. Hands clasped around 
a sunset. 
Blink. Red brick walls, white 
picket fence, pair of gold rings.
Blink. A hospital bed...

Ebbing      beat       signals      
  the stop. 

A click;

snap of fingers; stones striking 
a spark onto coals that catch.

Watch them cast their shadows
against a headstone. 

Blink - a breath to snuff them out.

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