Sort of a Sage
when he said,
“In the future,
will be famous
for fifteen minutes.”
Well, the future
and it turns out
for fifteen people,
It should be the big things but it isn’t.
Crossing a flood to say goodbye
or your hand on a withered body
when everything is gone.
It should be these things
and others like them.
Horrible outcomes from horrible luck.
Love that never happened.
It should be something like that.
But it is only the empty night
with morning swinging toward you like a fist.
The commonplace horrors are still horrors.
These things are the things that gut you,
fast and slow.
I can see it in your eyes.
I imagine you can see it in mine.
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Love these!! Especially “3:15 am.” The end line is perfect!! Good work. 💗