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Transition

Transition

in the end

my dear friend

you won’t need

your spectacles

or your teeth

you won’t need

your shoes

or your wallet

you won’t need

your belt

or your buckle

you won’t need

your hat

or your coat

you won’t need

your watch

or your pen

you won’t need

a shower

or a commode

you won’t need

a phone

or a quarter

you won’t need

a television

or a remote

you won’t need

a car

or a house

you won’t need

a lawnmower

or a shed

you won’t need

a table

or a chair

you won’t need

a book

or a map

you won’t need

an envelope

or a stamp

you won’t need

your shirt

or your pants

you won’t need

trinkets

or tools

you won’t need

a cane

or a walker

or a wheelchair

you won’t need

a cup

or a saucer

you won’t need

a fork

or a spoon

or a knife

you won’t need

a ticket

or a receipt

you won’t need

a list

or a reminder

you won’t need

to go

and come back

you won’t need

a key

or a lock

you won’t need

to talk

or be heard

you won’t need

to know what day

week or year

you won’t need

to please

or plan

or promise

you won’t need

a lamp

or a candle

or a stick

you won’t need

a match

or a lighter

or a switch

you won’t need

a compass

or a channel

or a chime

you won’t need

a toothpick

or a brush

or a comb

you won’t need

a dip

or a snuff

you won’t need

plenty

or enough

you won’t need

up or over

you won’t need

before or after

you won’t need

this

anymore

the sun and moon

will converge

the wind will lift you

like a leaf

and carry you across

the blue sea

to the end of the ocean

where the earth is ending

and the heavens just begun

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery