
Let the shift adrift and tease.
Let life blend it past with time.
Let me sore and breathe and hiss.
As if there’s no time behind.
*
Let the koivus die and leave.
Let the sun shine up and high.
Let the house stay white and clean.
As if we were still alive.
*
Let the flowers claim their place.
Let them bloom, find grace, untie.
Let our tears get swept away.
For no’ more can go awry.
*
Let us dwell and hail and pray.
Let us linger in the sky.
For when it’s all gone, it’ll say,
“They could never say goodbye.”
About the Creator
Laura Rodben
Stray polyglot globetrotter and word-weaver. Languages have been "doors of perception" that approach the world and dilute/delete borders. Philosophy, literature, art and meditation: my pillars.
https://laurarodben.substack.com/



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