Tomorrow
The day's long shadows
hold on as I do, reaching
out, trying not to let go of what
is passing away.
Each evening there is
always this ritual
of holding on then the slow
release, the letting go
twinged by a little sorrow,
the emptying of what never
spoke or left a name,
to make room
for tomorrow.
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