when everything else is gone
besides reading
I’ve been listening of late
talking less & when I do
doing so more quietly
after my heart stopped racing
I started thinking
despite all the many things
I must have done wrong
there is an equal amount
just the opposite
when everything else is gone
and all that’s left is you
try to remember all the colors
you brought into this world
—and all the ones
you’ll be taking with you
september two thousand twenty-three
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