Will there be no more irisesin your garden tomorrow morning,or perhaps any rainbows that covetyour roof will melt into Rorschach pastelsin your gutters and birdsongs in your windowsturn into shrill shriekings as you recallhow, for one moment, you were as braveand equal to beauty as that which you feel?Can’t a world end gloriously?
-BJ Ward
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