the paradox of today

in poetry
can’t we just leave out the *the*
or is it more for the spoken naturalness of it
in this moment
before the return arrival ending celebration
let me open to the liminal nature of reality
everything is becoming
receeding
dying
or evolving in a myriad of ways
entropy is a painful process
freezing like falling asleep
falling overboard on cold november night
in the adriatic sea
feeling the bubbles of the propwash
tickling your numbing feet
it is just like that
now
in between
not in motion
waiting
or anticipating my own movement
out
onward
brighter choices
first
today
next
radical honesty
or compromise
and lying
i
make
my decision
every minute
awaiting
her

3-09-24

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