Kit Kelen #542 - the last page

542

the last page

could be anywhere

it might fall out of the book

and float from a window

who knows where a leaf lands?

you could open the book

where a bird sings past sunset

and then the colours come

as a journey into the rug

you see the pages turn

top of the head is a sundial

bath beside

dip

trill

and skip

one worried the back cover was coming

but the blank page could be anywhere

it's for you to inscribe

it might be an insert –

a bookmark, like an old boarding pass

and you dozed off between zones

tired with the flight

but persevered

no harm to fall asleep

as the last word must come in edgewise

so sunlight falls through a garden

to show us the windows

through which winter is left

so we welcome

a new season

one has never been known before

from a last page

in the book