…the poem’s end…
Oh, the poems must end.
How must it end? How can it end? How will it end?
I hear a thousand birds singing outside my window.
This is how the poems end?
Yes, this is the way the poems end.
Not with a bang
But like how a bright, new —
I’m not really sure what all I’ve done here but … Thanks for reading along. Thanks for liking and commenting. I’m going to sleep now and then rise to fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
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