december rain
sparrows standing outside my door
sparrows lined up on the sidewalk
for crumbs i'll throw
and the world is turning
the sky is falling this morning
someone somewhere fights a war
a woman at the bus station cries
the world is ending
but it’s only the end of the year
and it is raining
when i’m sitting at my table
looking at a veil of clouds
playing an old song over and over
thinking old love never dies
remembering every line and word
and the river just below the hill
always flows
when i glance out the window
see a mother and daughter
walking hand-in-hand to the store talking
and as I reach into my dreams
i know some conversations
never end
i remember years ago when
i stood in a corner store
a day in spring when
my older cousin bought me
packs of beatles bubble gum cards
and now it’s december
another day
and i must ask
if this is the ending of all i know
or i'm learning to live again
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