[Posthumous]
Lilac streaks this sunrise
against the dusky mountain
the floor moves on
with plans for discharge
or work for the M.E.
it does get lighter
earlier now
I panic in traffic
thinking I’m late
staring at the mountain
and what does late
even mean
if not that we take
so much for granted
OPTIONAL POETRY 
held to the very last line – handsome!
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Thank you!
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Great. And koan-like in those last four lines. It is really too bad that yer team’s gonna be chunky-soup’d a few Sundays from now.
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Thanks! And haha, I remember hearing similar rhetoric from Broncos fans last year…
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Hi, just found your blog and love how your poetry is so minimal and yet (or, perhaps, therefore) so effective! Those last two lines ring so true for me. I don’t even know if you meant it that way, but I am perpetually late and always regret it. On the one hand that means I am taking a lot for granted – like others’ time and patience and forgiveness. But of course, on another level, the constructs of time and lateness seem so natural to us, while the more I think about them, the less clear and comprehensible they become…
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Thanks for reading and for commenting! We do kind of cling to the constructs of time and lateness. We also refer to the deceased as “the late” so and so… not very clear or comprehensible, either
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