Fall 2009
Table of Contents - Vol. V, No. 3
Don Schaeffer
Although she remains
as a small changing wavelet
through which the particles pass,
everything around her
flows away, all the
material nuggets.
I can't bring
tokens of a home
she can't connect again.
Even the molecules of
her lifetime
scatter.
I forget where I
left the car, and forget
where I live.
I run crazy through the streets
while time slides away on greased rails.
Those who miss me
wait.
A party forces my choices.
I grin for some of them
and leave the rest in the cold.
They wait for me, not present to see,
not knowing I am gone.
We emerge from the battle,
my friends
seeping away into the ground.
I am joyous
even while they
say farewell to the grass.
© Don Schaeffer