Crash Landing
Irreversibility
God's own entropy
energy's lost
Man pays the cost
It's absurd
One lost word
Bridges burn
She'll never return
| -- | Larry Gilg |
Twenty Years
I can romanticize
then I remember:
like rocks in a tumbler
we've knocked off each
other's
rough edges
worn down
polished up
still clattering inside
the drum.
Oh, the comfort
is considerable.
Will we someday be sand
through the fingers
of our grandchildren
or beneath their toes?
Perhaps we'll rest
like gemstones
which certainly create
our centers
two rubies
bloodred
nestled in grit.
| -- | Nancy Taylor Day |
