Loose Ends

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Scott Bergey pinterest.com

There they hang
the loose ends of those
who shared my yesterdays
but who with the changing time
fell by the way`side of my passing
most of the names I’ve forgotten
as many of their faces lost
from memory’s mantle
shrunken by age

Unfinished still
all the conversations
which we’d started when we
paused for the sake of priority
in an urgency of no consequence
The dying did not actually die
nor the living eventually live
And all we debated
lies unresolved

“The past is still, for us, a place that is not safely settled.” ~ Michael Ondaatje


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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