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Our Last Day

Jo Bower

I am so weary
chasing life
like an errant firefly
fleeing the glass bottle
racing through the grass
fleeing time itself

I don’t want to
miss a moment
clothed in
the skein of the sky
coiling clouds
running raindrops
tearing at the fabric of life

don’t want this
awesome summer day
of heated ribbon roads
and dense underbrush
growing close by
to pass unnoticed

I never want this wild freedom
to be replaced by
an adjustable bed
a postage stamp
view of the grass
where the only sound is
the click of a doorknob closing

I am exhausted
from holding life so tight
even as disease knocks
an unwelcome but
inevitable guest

no one invited it
but here, at the end
night draws her curtain
gently and low
across what could be our last day

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