Ms. Kirsten Montgomery - September 19 2019
Mr. Kurt Jannke
On Leaving
It would be easy to say that
No one truly leaves.
That energy can only be transformed, not lost.
But even leaves feel the tug
Of approaching winter.
They spin on their thread-like stems
And their color grows irrelevant.
You, however, will not
Grow irrelevant.
You will leave.
You will leap from here like young gazelles
Bounding over great hurdles,
Pivoting hairpin turns.
And your young hearts
will take stock and become stock
Because you are poets
With senses
Immoderately sensitive and tensile.
You detect whispers of life,
Distill pain and love and joy
Onto ink and paper and one another’s hearts.
I will also leave.
And as I spin to earth,
I will look for you and find you
In leaves dusty and crisp
Of ancient poets and those newborn.
In that ink
We will hold a reunion
Remembering how we once were
And who we have become.
-Margaret Welch
It would be easy to say that
No one truly leaves.
That energy can only be transformed, not lost.
But even leaves feel the tug
Of approaching winter.
They spin on their thread-like stems
And their color grows irrelevant.
You, however, will not
Grow irrelevant.
You will leave.
You will leap from here like young gazelles
Bounding over great hurdles,
Pivoting hairpin turns.
And your young hearts
will take stock and become stock
Because you are poets
With senses
Immoderately sensitive and tensile.
You detect whispers of life,
Distill pain and love and joy
Onto ink and paper and one another’s hearts.
I will also leave.
And as I spin to earth,
I will look for you and find you
In leaves dusty and crisp
Of ancient poets and those newborn.
In that ink
We will hold a reunion
Remembering how we once were
And who we have become.
-Margaret Welch
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