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There was a time when you mattered
The last bloom
On the Rose of Sharon
Of
The
Season
In which your spirit did not survive
Another fall
Falls near
As the sky
Or a petal from a poppy
Or a child of God
Did you really believe that?
That there was a time when it mattered
The way beauty fell away to reveal something more beautiful and terrible but toxic
But time
It mattered
Because it was yours
The lost blossom
it’s one cave or the other
strata in the walls and ceiling
weathering makes a rich history
sediments of old, sediments of new
rock
step into the entrance
breeze out, breeze in
you think: this is cool
you think: this is bearable
you think: I can leave anytime I want
two months or two years
time’s all wrong
two months or two years
sentiment in, sentiment out
you think: this is about dirt
you think: this is about hurt
you think: sentiments of old, sentiments of new
rock
you are impossibly lost
your upturned eyes catch the light
you think: this is about dirt
dust drifting through the pinpricked shaft above
moon-kissed
you are moon-kissed
rock
she came on a Sunday
left on a Wednesday
it wasn’t like it was a special day
she liked leaves
and maybe be leaving too
come to think of it
when it’s time to go
let ‘er go
ears against the wind
flipped inside out
the way they should be
Postscript, if there is such a thing: My beloved beagle, Poppy, has been missing since last Wednesday. She had been playing and running, a delightful sight for a seven-year-old nap-centric dog who’d had cancer (twice!) on one of her legs and an affinity for eating foods deemed “The Most Fatal Foods For Dogs.” The wind in her ears, mouth stretched into a smile, she ran toward me before psyching me out and turning the other way. She trotted off and that was the last I’ve seen of her.
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