Saturday, January 9, 2021

Unstartled

 Unstartled

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 9, 2021


I shall live unstartled 

because life had pass'd

between the tears falling 

There never lived 

smiles between farewells,

and handfuls of

time is hair through fingers

—what’s startling about that?

The butterfies are gone and

drying tears bedew only memory


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