“Impermanence”
“I dreamed I called you on the telephoneto say: Be kinder to yourselfbut you were sick and would not answerThe waste my love goes on this wayTrying to save you from yourself I have always wondered about the leftoverenergy, water rushing down a hilllong after the rains have stopped or the fire you want to go to be frombut cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-downthe red coals more extreme, more curiousin their flashing and dyingthan you wish they weresitting there…