The Pause Button

Washed my hairit rainedfreshcleanmerging witha perfume smelling of snow mountainsand everything is cleansed

Gravity goes downwardthe raindrops follow alonghanging on the car windowthe track of timestanding forthe way the story goeswhat fate decrees we keep and let go

Our meetingscattered memoriesnever gathered into a single pageacting out the false within the realand afterward…the burden…

The leaveshave slowly yellowedthe migrant birdsare about to leavepeoplegather and scatter again

Pausestay a whilea while of uneasewipe it away hardtry harder still to rememberthe heartbeat tells what is alive—this