a matter of ago

 

and then i stepped to the side

afterwards to the front

as the monitor shone

 

lights streaking in

omissions

of fingers and juxtaposition

 

imagining lilies

in the hands of someone

who's gone

 

leaving twenty years

in a wave

that has swept

well-kept lawns

 

and into the night

i made peace

with the owl that yawns

 

together we laughed

knowing we are still

prisoners of

that single step

 

frozen in flight

and done.