In saying the end of the road is near, I meant the following
Lines are coming: let's keep this
To ourselves, the unfortunate spelling
Of words, shattered glass in a thunderstorm.
Have I made a point? No one is asking
Any questions. The truth is that I will
Look after you. Here are the answers. I am old
Now. I am more or less prepared. This is the path
To regret and apple blossoms. Did you know
That they're in the rose family—the gift of a dozen
Beautiful fruit. I am putting simple shapes
In a basket and floating it downriver. I feel confident
That they will grow into complex rhythms without me.
This is a new field of study. This is a form
Of organization: stagnant waters attract insects
And the chains are rearranged to make things work.
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