cheers to new endings
a curtain’s close
a beginning
savored in salt and heaps of mixed terms
if a finality could be foreseen
some would wilt at the feet of fate
picket fences, calendars, and red roses obstinate into a lover’s longing
for the before and above to dance as they do
from first light
in hiding and in shame
finding a soft piece of clay to craft
something as large and empty
as finality
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