Earth Keeps Spinning
What book
do I pull from the shelf
in this hour
marking my friend’s
return to that light-drenched
inkling before everything
collapses?
Which title, which
weight shall I
covet? What
do we hold if not
each other?
Being no one, I cannot say.
The earth keeps spinning
even as I walk
to the mailbox,
anticipating new words.
He cannot read these lines.
I do not write them.
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“Earth Keeps Spinning” was first published by Red River Review in August 2018.
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Beautiful, Bob. I especially like “Being no one, I cannot say.” Rather the story of our lives — that we cannot say, and yet keep trying.
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Thanks, Cate. It’s what we do (or try to do).
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beautifully poignant.
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Thank you, Nancie.
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Words just one way of communicating …
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They are, indeed, and I am grateful for other channels.
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