Spoiler: Life Continues Anyway
by Barbara Young
That the story goes on: Is that
what makes your hope
to dress in white wings
and sing hosannahs
until creation winks away?
Why ask for eternity without pain?
Isn’t the ending enough?
Beautiful. One crow against the low light sky
calls to the one that crossed the window before.
I look again, sunset. And then more will change.
The tip of the fig tree has begun to glow yellow.
Fall is late this year and not a symbol.