Quietly Disappearing (To Mia)

Friend, I asked the great poets but for all their flowery words

They couldn’t capture your breathless manner of speaking.

I searched the sea and the ocean but they just kept repeating,

(Repeating) and I beseeched the birds but they just kept circling and

I was dizzy; a statue? too stiff, unfeeling.

Flowers? too trite with grieving – I went back pleading with the poets

“Write me a new constellation in the sky and call it Mia!” but they
Gave me cold cracked bells tolling, so unappealing–

More fitting – I on a marble stoop sitting, my beer streaming out,

Watching bubbles slowing, exhales burying a sidewalk steaming,
All… all… quietly disappearing.

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