the light at the end of time hangs without sound; a violent ending
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the waves
where didn't we go listening to the waves lap against the stone walls
to burn
they were all monsters holding their hands to a fire that left nothing whole
apprehension
moments before the apprehension was cut by a smile's thin whisper
for what
stack up now, tie down find yourself around moments given space, born free
one hundred years (haiku)
one hundred years pass without a season changing blue skies and sunshine
terms (haiku)
we did what any couple might, we began to come to terms with us
time (haiku)
tying strings from place to place looking for common ground, waiting for time
floorboards
echoes of the past walking familiar paths floorboards now creaking
moment
we ate spaghetti at the foundation of the old credit union
