Friday, February 12, 2021

Thought, Track, or Trace

What will you leave?
The sun that burns
To make us all
Just burns and burns.

What can we do
That won’t fall in—
Earth, Moon and all—
When the sun fails?

It’s strange to think
We calm our thoughts
With how far off
That fall will be.

Way past our time!
We smile. We know.
Our bones will fall.
Don’t leave. Let’s go.