THREE FRAGMENTS OF MORTALITY
A sprinkling of copper
on an unmade bed, the shadows
reclining in tall backed chairs, puffing
on long slender pipes.
A lesson in being unsentimental: hold
an apple in your outstretched hand, squeeze
just hard enough to disturb
the worm inside. Be conscious
of your long fingernails.
The woman standing
on the deck of the ferry appears
to be lost in thought. See how her hair falls
across her shoulders, how intimately the wind
knows each lock, each strand.
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