at the end of the drought
the act of attrition
not quite the same thing
a personal sort of process
when left talking
to yourself
it’s been as many years
as there are
days in the week
since my last obituary
ghostwritten of course
and predated
elsewhere in the clouds
I like to hang out there
when I’m at my lowest
knowing it’s a mere matter of time
before I fall down like rain
hours upon end
may two thousand twenty-two
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A standing ovation for that ending !!
Thank you, Mona!