Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
April 2, 2012
The moments passed in three-quarter time.
The family drifted slowly in and stood in a line.
The ticking of the clock became the design,
For the watchers to follow as pools formed a hollow,
And eyes sank in liquid seeking release from the torment.
While death lay so close we were prone to stay.
Just seconds surrounded that which seemed so far away
Seconds that led to a following day
Your eyes sank and became pools of hollow
And then in a flash your life ended on the morrow.
Your life ended but left behind an empty sorrow.