Coagulate

the fire is going out

and the shadows in your sundial eyes are lengthening

so i reach into my heart and scramble for a

couple of embers to toss on the hearth

but by the time i’ve found them, i hear the farewell creak of

your rocking chair, and there’s no more light

only your expanding pupils

large enough to dive through

but i doubt i’d make much of a ripple anymore

just the momentary palpitation of

a fly falling into a drop of amber