The hour passed and reproaches
Passed too.
With sunset came forgiveness,
A levity never felt on Earth.
The blue air of dew drew down.
Silverware came to a rest after a lifetime
Of spinning around the room.
Attic doors acquiesced
And all memories
Atop the stair would have to stay there.
Elsewhere one was being born,
One dying,
Since not here.
The Monkey
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