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
flash fiction.
9.08.2010
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