ends (poem 12/4/2021)
wherever winds blow you, hold tight to your friends when choosing your teas, pick the happiest blends it's certain that all things must soon meet their ends. it's hard now to tell what is real, who pretends or which hand holds the needle that's threaded to mend at the end of each day to ourselves we must tend for it's certain that all things will soon meet their ends. while we hope our trajectories upwards will trend all our time, sitting, waiting, we cannot just spend what is wide becomes narrow, the rigid will bend and around every corner's a letter to send but it's certain that all things will come to an end.