256. ETERNITY IN A DRAWER

256.


ETERNITY IN A DRAWER

A branch of dark gray willow,
rind rough and furrowed,
tap-taps against the window.
Late season flower petals fall,
litter the ground in the ambering light.
The phone rings once, twice,
the sound anxious and stinging.
She feels things shifting and 
resettling. Autumn waits impatiently, 
months swiftly vanishing until, 
blissfully ignorant, the new year 
arrives in all its neonate splendor.
Deterred for now, eternity hides 
away in a bottom dresser drawer.



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