How it Would End

I didn’t know all along how it would end.

As such. The trees in late February are skinnier than wind chimes.
The graffiti on the building on a diet of streetlight. Disheveled like a poorly thrown frisbee.

As such. The poem is rigged. Like a large body of water at night with a single light shone on it.
Looking for what it lost.

I learned
At a young age how to stand in the rain and snow properly.

And because this poem
Needed you. The ephemeral enterprise of being.

14 thoughts on “How it Would End

  1. namelessneed says:

    Thanx so. such pleasure generated here. my favorite is:
    ” As such. The poem is rigged. Like a large body of water at night with a single light shone on it.
    Looking for what it lost.”
    skinnier than wind chimes. g

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  2. Beautiful and thought-provoking. Your poems are like a mirage.

    “The poem is rigged.” And yet, what little control one has over what the poem becomes in everyone’s eyes.

    This one has a sense of unease for me, or a moment suspended. I enjoyed reading this (but wanted to read more) 😊

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  3. the beginning and end of this poem are like book ends to me….”not knowing “how it would end” and “ephemeral enterprise….a wonderful reminder of what i think is an Irish bumper sticker or maybe i overheard it in an old man’s bar – “one foot on a banana peel, the other one in the grave.”

    i find it easier to stand in the snow than rain, almost pleasant, less wet unless it’s that angling snow, hits us like little shards of glass.

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    1. I’m not familiar with the expression, “one foot on a banana peel, the other one in the grave.” But now that I have heard it, I think it’s perfect. If I had to choose between snow or rain, I’d agree, it’s more pleasant to stand in the snow. Which we get a lot of where I live. And I am definitely familiar with sideways snow. Not fun at all. Thank you!

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