Each year I wonder if the sun will leave
and take it all

the skies the light the kiss of summer
and leave us just the dark old moon
and winds howling at the empty sky

Each fall I wonder if the leaves will leave
and trees will die

the earth blacker than inside itself
and leave eyes useless as cold stone
and tears futile as hail before the wind

Each day I wonder if the air will leave
and lungs wither

the gulping throats coughing feathers
and paper lungs sucking empty
and blood dusty as clouds on the desert

Each minute I wonder if gravity will leave
and the universe will float up laughing
into the giggling baby stars

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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