soon this bite will be chewed and swallowed
a day so recently newborn hurries toward dusk
we live like that too,we crawl and walk and run
toward dusk, using up the bites of time we have
with little concern for what we’ll leave behind
I do not know there is anything wrong with this
only that some men, some women live another way
live so that when they’re gone we remember
the incandescence of their living
more than the blink of their death
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