Dayn Schulman


Amorphous Milestone

Once upon a time she saved poetry,
and then she stopped,
but how could she not,
when the poetry was gone?

How is it to save
what we love, cherish?
the safe keeping
symbollic of wanting it forever.

when two-thousand one hundred and ninety
days have passed,
another amorphous milestone
will be hazily achieved.

Or even forgotten.

the capitals letters have no
effort, nor feeling,
to not have to work at it
keeps its steady drift.

Beauty like a dandelion;
nice enough to let live,
but easily missed,
as an every day peripheral.

 

 

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