Terminus, Nay

Five ice cube
remnants in
the bottom
of a glass.

Predictions of
the last day
of summer.

A road which
splits a dozen
ways.

The near-expired
dipping of the sun
and not long
after, heavy eyelids.

Summer romance
as a girl leaves a
townie to her
ephemeron memory.

The mannerisms of
childhood confronted
with adolescence.

Sleep upon goodbyes
and wake to hellos,
Everything commences
so that it may end;
Or do you not know
that all things continue
as they have since
the beginning.

An empty glass with
only remnants of ice
is evidence of a life
loved and lived.

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One thought on “Terminus, Nay

  1. I held Hazel’s warm hand today, listened to her talk and laugh, as we waited together for her turn in surgery. I’m grateful her 82 years have some of me in them.

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