EVEN NOW, NOW, VERY NOW...
Here, your laughter
fastened to the air
with a little twist
of memory.
Time, spell stopped
as it were.
Your laughter
pinned to this
particular place
this
little scrap of sky
and field
that to an unobservant eye
would mean nothing
...nothing at all.
But see, your laughter
unfurls its flag of self
snapping in the stiff wind
of what's lost is lost.
This simple second
alive for ever.
I pick it as
I would a flower
untouched by either
time or
death.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
EVEN NOW, NOW, VERY NOW...
Here, your laughter
fastened to the air
with a little twist
of memory.
Time, spell stopped
as it were.
Your laughter
pinned to this
particular place
this
little scrap of sky
and field
that to an unobservant eye
would mean nothing
...nothing at all.
But see, your laughter
unfurls its flag of self
snapping in the stiff wind
of what's lost is lost.
This simple second
alive for ever.
I pick it as
I would a flower
untouched by either
time or
death.
“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.”
― Guy de Maupassant
