That Final Breath

What describes a Poet,

 let me count the ways

 

To once describe a morning,

 emerging through the haze

 

What describes a season,

 its leaves from green to brown

 

What describes a heartbeat,

 when your lover can’t be found

 

What describes a reason,

 with excuses cast away

 

What describes a child’s laugh,

 joyous on display

 

What describes a place called home,

 to a soldier sent to war

 

And what describes that final breath

 —to an old man wanting more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

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