Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Appointment Book

Just look at your calendar
   two weeks after your death
all these marks on the paper
   lead to the next blank page.

A kitchen table, an empty chair,
whispers crowd the silence,
tasks divided, then forgotten,
visions carefully noted and filed away.

A pot of soup simmers
    on an ancient stove
a bubble rises, breaks the surface
   changes color -- bursts and slips back.

Being separate, being important
    are fading thoughts
like a fleeting flavor in the broth.
a drop falls from the spoon
leaving a spot on the page.

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