the afternoon I died
arrived as a flavor an
eye mote left as a moment
half remembered and gone
too soon since I am still living
this is a good, normal
thing: everyday shaped
by the missing afternoon
the rounded square fallen
from a mosaic stretched
to dry between some clouds
the event horizon
that pinwheeled then
exploded as a dandelion
to repopulate the sky,
the evenings of perfect
champagne and the mornings too.
Andrew Sargus Klein graduated from the University of Michigan in 2007 with degrees in History of Art and Poetry. He lives in Baltimore and is a financial editor, essayist, poet, and the caretaker of a very cranky cat.
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