shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Marilyn Baszczynski

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Update: self-portrait

All around me the past crouches in boxes,
suffocates my desk, hangs in closets.
Time grows white and silent like snow
poised to spill from stiffened limbs
while trees, birds, horses hold their breath
and wait for a brushstroke to lighten them.
It seems I do nothing.

I have spent my whole life learning to live,
now I know I'll soon have to learn how to die.
No one brings back years that keep
blowing away. So let me inhale everything,
inhale silence and light, until I can
float like a shimmer of snow
thrown up into the wind.