November 3, 2018 § Leave a comment
The other day the world was shinning
like the good silver at a beloved daughter’s wedding.
Our feast on the world will come to an end one day.
Every time I think of it I take a photo.
Under the skin another skin,
and another and another.
The day we disappeared
was a spring day in autumn,
each fallen leaf had touched that skin,
briefly, first and last.