the end of anything

for change will come
does
and leaves the end for the beginning
in a moment without breath;
like the day when you were seven and billy hendrick kicked your feet out
and all you saw was sky. no breath. just dirt beneath and sky.

ending comes without warning
leaving her sisters as helpless as a newborn;
pink skin and blinking eye.

2 Replies to “the end of anything”

  1. Do I remember you reading this to me? I thought it was Madeline L’Engle’s!
    I’m so happy that your poetry has a place to live!

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