March 22, 2015
It is almost the end And it seems that endings come quickly. I can hear the murmur of your feet against the kitchen floor Feel the concussion as you close various doors and the sun is pouring through the pines outside. I think they are playing basketball in the park. Out there will be the hammer of the ball against the asphalt. The slap against the backboard and the ring of the rim. I can hear the touch of your shoes against the kitchen floor and the clatter as you move plates. It seems I should be helping in there.