Before Something Happens

May 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

And every time I start to write this poem

something else happens, like an earthquake

or a shooting or a war or an other big thing

that makes this look small and unimportant

which of course it is, as everyone will die once

and everyone has fallen in love at least twice

and, almost, everyone has broken something

in their lives, sometimes their arm sometimes

their leg and sometimes someone else’s will.       


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