Sorrow Play

Leave the door open for the ghosts
they recommended in helpful pamphlets
as the beginning won't divide up into
more than the ending you already got.

A script was written for this minute 
and you can spend the sixty seconds
however your balance will allow
as one foot leads to the druthers.

Idiomatic machine: make dreams out
of unconscious monuments to the
leaves, heading in the only direction
they can by season; could that be me.

Make another stanza into the way
it might have would have played on
the foregone sorrow we wept
for the time the family almost was.

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