CODA
Like a poem racing to the page
Like a gift for living, with living as your gift
Like love that tastes you when you cannot taste it
Bursting galaxies of bright stars on your tongue
Until they fizzle out and you return.
Your papers in order, your house tidied
Your goodbyes scribed on the creamiest linen
Like an elegant smile
Retracing itself.
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