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Poem: She said...

We die, then nothing  Nothing, she said, holding my hands falling like a sparrow cold and already rock-like we die, the way rhododendrons wilt in late spring dusk
By Chandra K. Pjr

We die, then nothing 


Nothing, she said, holding my hands


falling like a sparrow


cold and already rock-like


we die, the way rhododendrons wilt


in late spring dusk


It can’t be, I tried to say


but her eyes snuffed my words.


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It was raining 


cold, slow drops beating


More than her words


those big distant eyes of hers


as if not looking at me, but through


at the Himalayas behind me


that, that touched


i tried to say again,


it can’t be, how can it be


Nothing.


 


She watched the rain, soft and steady


the ancient mountains 


though rain-lost, were in her eyes


and the way she watched 


I thought how many billion years


billion years of death


we had overcome


to be like this, like this:


holding our hands 


 

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