A Last Waltz

“I’ve come to the very end of myself,”

the day cried out to the night


“My expiration date lined in blood,

tomorrow less than bright


“My beginning and ending dancing a last waltz,

destiny writing the score


“My wick has burned down, the music has stopped

—too late to ask for more”


(The New Room: February, 2021)

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