TRANSIENCE
This is for all things broken ̶
Cups, promises, clocks, petals, hearts….
This is for all things lost –
Rings, opportunities, mittens, love, keys….
This is for all things forgotten ̶
Afternoons, dreams, faces, sunsets, names….
Here is the waiting room,.
Where we will see you in a while,
Our bodies broken, lives lost,
And deeds mostly forgotten.
Boria Sax
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The Raven and the Sun: Poems and Stories
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