THE POET PASSES (I)

So you are a poet,

and you write of the things

which poets write about:

Of love and death

and the changing of the

seasons, how you

have to take your chance

and forever regret it,

until death, that is.

And then, one day,

you are out of love

and you are out words,

and then or later

you are out of days,

and death has you.

A brief moment

for you, and no

moments after.

And that is

how it goes,

for poets.

03.06..2023

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