Fair

Do we forget that

no one can continue

The same way unending

Though everyone loves the embroidery

it isn’t what she wants

The lady’s lips curled serene

Eyes closed

Hands open with palms up

She was entering the light

with all of us around

Certain outfits, certain times

and then shed

Door was unlocked, but we didn’t try

I looked at the call box instead

I am unswayed

You sing

for the people who’ve put

Their own stories to the song

It has its own life

A new story, a new name

I have the story

that is mine

Sometimes to be told

I never seem to bring a pear home

unscathed

The perfect coinciding of time

For where I am

I’m afraid to ask of that memory

for the disappointment you may still have