Tuesday, June 17, 2008

a poet's epilogue

will it matter that I knew you?

that I notice light spinning
off maple keys
thrown from their canopy
to die under bicycle tires
pushed by gangly boys?

will I place my heart more carefully
after I watch leaves painting
small strokes of sunlight
freed from purple skies
and indolent raindrops?

did the words have meaning
when the waves wiped sand
from my feet
and left smooth stones
for my fingers?

and in the end
will I matter?

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