Sunday, April 10, 2011

small extinctions

One day
we wake up,
and there’s a
silence
that has never
been heard.
Like the buzz
of the refrigerator
gone quiet
in the night,
but that
isn’t
it.
We
bumble about
wondering:
“what
has gone missing?”

We see
the flowers
nod sagely
to each other
that theirs
is the last
generation;

panicking, we try

to bring them back
with swollen,
pollen covered lips
that we brush through
their petals
of fading scent,
too late
to ever matter.




R.

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