flash fiction.

9.08.2010

so why.

so why not.

for softness lately delayed.

so long ago.

that long ago.

and,

now.

so soon.

and soon to come.

to return to here, and here now, mired in every loss.

loss rewarded to new air-stroked fragility

loss given to curious september cold,

loss seceded to anger abandoned to sleep.

when was it you last felt young.

no need to reply with limbs stretched to sky,

just

lay

where you lay

and answer by rising to the dawn,

answer by light already now failing,

answer by every wild animal howling to reclaim dead light

answer by me

then listen

and wait to forget

wait to find

and wait to

wait for

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