Where is the smile, or the communicating paint, or the word that teaches, of the laughter, the clear laugh of those I lost in those ...

Today is today and yesterday passed -
that much is certain.

Today is also tomorrow,
and I left with some cold year that passed,
that year left with me and took me with it.

This, too, is certain.
My skeleton was made up of words as
hard as boons exposed to the air and the
rain, and I was able to celebrate what was
happening leaving behind,
not a song or a testimony,
but a stubborn skeleton of words.