I will not see another day.
My arms, heavy as stone,
embrace the hollow air;
if I lift them up,
as in a dance,
they will break and shatter
across the ground.
A shuffled step will have to do.
My sandals send puffs
of dust into the air.
Embers pulse within
the crumbling fire.
The others have fallen deeper
into the wood trailing
laughter into moans.
The wind caresses my hair.
Dawn whispers her song
into night’s vanishing sky.
(October 24, 2014)
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