the grace of an ending

It has been snowing for a few hours
and I have watched each snowflake melt
into the ground, existing only for a moment.
We assign great value to things that last
and people that stay and objects
that we can keep forever.
We preserve fruit, harvest roses
and take a million photographs.
When I was younger, I would capture fireflies
in jars and fists and shirt-pockets,
only to find them dying a few hours later.
I wish we talked more about letting things end with grace.
that we had more words for abandon,
and more ways of appreciating love
that looks more like lightening, than like summer
suddenly bright, and already gone.


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