Sunday, August 25, 2013
Magpie Tales 183: I'll Pass, Thank You...
pass with caution,
just not now
a lover named death awaits courtship
with patience and stealth, though stealth
isn't a necessity. there will be no unrequited,
rather a point when fatigue is in a smile,
like that spread across mouths that lay me
down to sleep.
she said her farewells twice before, after
patience took her hand to waltz. we didn't
care for the music and said so adamantly.
it wasn't shock, but an acquiesced demeanor
that brought her to her (our) senses. she's
frail now, and old. her strength manifests
as our desires and we tell her to "hold on,"
"hang in there":
none of us knows where 'there' is, but we
take the curves a bit slower now, and make
believe it's a better place than that which
Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo by Steven Kelly shared by Tess Kincaid.