Saturday, 27 June 2020

Evolution: an anniversary poem















Evolution

How much time does it take,
Love dying like that,
Giving away its heat
In exchange for hate?
Slowly; but how to measure,
How to calibrate for each erasure?

Do feelings simply evaporate?
A compound turning into air,
Disappearing, but ever there:
Elements adhere and separate -
Something finned cleaved in birth;
Something feathered cleft in death.

So how to configure one and one
Where we used to speak of two?
A pair, a couple, both, a duo
With voices soaring out of tune,
With hearts racing not keeping pace;
Those swans in flight becoming a brace.





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