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| Finality Is A Season Some float down, as if from heaven, twirling, mating with the air, bouncing on the invisible mattress, slow spin back and forth to meet a calm green scene fading, presenting to onlookers like me. Some tumble through like wild gymnasts frolicking, colliding with hard earth, dancing about obstacles on their course -- hyper, join a swarm of mates to meet a village of cloistered inhabitants fading, appear before bystanders like me. Some take their time, as if mother won't let them mature. Hanging lonely, a child absent after recess, crying for a purpose in this late season, fear natural selection that plucks them from despair, cloying for her arm, hide in her nest, never to meet true heaven on earth, feed sorrowful eyes of witnesses like me who long to join, but serve this perch by the window, now or for eternity. A dull heart fears go out, play, as a final day viewed this way. 9.24.21 rewrite 20 lines Shorter isn't better. |
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