When what happens
in hedge clipper cries over new-scattered seed.
I will remember you when it’s time to drain the oil
and sit the dentist chair for my semi-annual cleaning.
I will remember you when there is nothing in the sky
but boring stars, the moon too indifferent to show up.
I will remember you when there’s nothing on TV,
nothing looks good to eat, there’s nowhere left to go.
I will remember you when complaining about something
I don’t even care about and most likely never will.
I will remember you when the rent’s due and the sheets
need changing between holy cycles of sacred laundry.
I will remember you at the end of the world, when
what happens could never have been guessed at at all.
I will remember you when sitting, standing, lying
alone waiting for sleep, sweet understanding sleep.
May 5, 2014
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