~Blackout Poem 2~

Blackout Poem 2

even though

things  end

soon enough

doesn’t mean

they don’t suck

a woven tapestry

unraveling

pale edges

slowly

like whispers

of stardust

newly fallen

if the  light doesn’t shine

and our paths don’t cross

we'll stumble

from the clouds

like new fawns

confused and blinking

in the sun

crumbling together

like Greek statues

maybe now

we can see

you don't get credit

for doing

the right thing

for the wrong reasons

the first rule of elegance

is never to panic

when the lips of a flower

open

with a lulling

sigh

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~