Distant Wind


I knew it long before the end

my affairs to order fast

The days once promised now recalled

my future is my past


Each day times ten the countdown on

as memory wanders back

Tomorrow once was like the stars

 that time would not attack


Into this funk I drift away

each phrase might be my last

The river calling out to me

the falls my soul’s repast


With T’s all crossed and dotted I’s

I hear the trumpet blow

and carried on a distant wind

—into the fates I go


(The New Room: May, 2022)


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