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Kintsugi 2


                         And as for us
                         Who are almost ghosts
                         Where can we eat

                                  —Samuel Menashe, from "Diner"

How much better to greet than to part from—hello!
How soon in life the separations begin,
how soon they dominate.
Life is a glorious chore,
with intermittent reward.

Everything is random and finite and cold.
Except me.
I am random and finite and cold,
but I don't seem so.

When I see someone
I watch them carefully
to see if they know,
to see if they will manage
to be kind.


All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.