May 2014
behind every rock
around every corner
any breath
that lustrous blue sky
the last color I see
this crumb of cheese
parked on my tongue
could be the last
the last flavor
I taste
It waits for me
Knowing
I have no where to hide
around every corner
any breath
that lustrous blue sky
the last color I see
this crumb of cheese
parked on my tongue
could be the last
the last flavor
I taste
It waits for me
Knowing
I have no where to hide
More mortality musings...after my husband died so suddenly I wondered did he know that his end was near ? He didn't convey that to me in his last days.Still.
(F/Kentucky USA)
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