This Life

Now you rise at the first chirping of the birds, but then all their sounds will grow faint. — Ecclesiastes 12:4

Tucked into the green,

still so deeply enfolded,

until your part on stage begins,

a play in thee acts, the bud,

the bloom, the fall back

into humus.

—C.L. Fisher, May 2021

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