"The price of kissing is your life." ~ Rumi
You wonder how many times you're allowed
to pay, knowing you have only one life.
Cooler air after weeks of sweltering. Ants swarm the front
steps, a line of them as ephemeral as your one life.
Who owns the line of clouds scudding across the horizon,
every anecdotal instant making up your one life?
Crews work overtime during the holiday weekend. How
to fix a sinkhole that opens up in the middle of your one life?
Your friend recounted her summer job in college, processing
fish in a plant as though that were the purpose of her one life.
Fires and flood, volcanoes waking beneath oceans.
In their aftermath, what becomes of your one life?
Doves call from church towers. Though the world is
ending, you are allowed to wed in your one life.
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