Sunday, June 01, 2014

In The End

I’m a robin, spring,
snow melting from
boulevards, fractal
imitation of glaciers,
and their demise.

I’ve arrived.

In a window, I see
an image of myself,
as young as this year,
as fresh as this wind.

My voice cracks, then
resonates sunshine,
sidewalk, an ant’s trail
across the aroused lawn.

In the end, this is
a scene from a movie,
old memory, old lines,

repetition.  In dying,
each step is old and
new, each reach
my own, like an

old song with a never
before heard rhythm.

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