Read by the author.
If to dust we return
And we do
Why spend a minute
Choosing wallpaper
Patterns exquisite or dull
Will be dust as well
You may say
It will say as well to you
When you ponder
Fruit upon branches
Delaying the end
Trellises and semblances
Meeting meant-to-be
Seams and angles
Repeating what it is worth
To forget another hour
Lose oneself in a labyrinth
Devoid of a minotaur
What door never opened
Opens once and for all
If only you find
A flaw hidden in the design
Disclosing a moment
Time’s timeless print
Gone now Here tomorrow
Deer at the edge of a wood
Turning still
This is drawn from “An Anthology of Rain.”