got2dogs



The endings
are in the beginnings
one way or another

Flower turns itself to seed
the children move beyond us
into space we cannot even imagine

Carrying loads we know nothing of
We turn, then, to each other,
let them go,
and drink our tea

In the rosy twinight,
A grin, still,
at what they cannot guess of us


jjl
8/6/2007