Ellipses
there is no
period at the end
of your sentence
it is a story
that goes on
and on
and on
…
chapters change
becoming more
becoming less
essays condense
into a single line
cast out
words are not wasted
thrown away
your mind expands
with each experience
what it brings
what it takes
the stitches and rips
the clay spins
and spins
the beauty beheld
is basic
the way a child sees it
what is felt
is carried over
like clouds
in a square window
that move
in the eyes
of those left dying
in a bed
somebody else died in
and the sheets are washed
again
and again
and again
…
clean like a cloud
after it’s rained
and spring has come
all green
a nest with three eggs
life opens
again
and again
and again
…
TL