Well-Worn
when the words
run out
and the silence
sets in
and you feel
you’ve felt
what it is
to be born
and live like that
and take your lot
the sum of it
the plus
the minus
and make it what
the shell of a living thing
that crawled along
the same path
where seeds were sown
and flowers grew
and the butterflies appeared
like they disappeared
and the rain
fell short
of the root
the sun severed
from the moon
a blue sky
were it always
blue
like a blessing
or were it always
gray
like a stone
or were it ever was
a bed
of black velvet
that held
a diamond
new
TL