Sunday Scribbling #164: Worry

Once

Fretter-nales Falls imbibes
The breath of endless memories,
Cascade of daze gone by,
Frivolous dissertations of
The dirt beneath your feet
As they quibble over
The times not fested
The games not played
The wisdom never buried
In the bones. Carry this to your grave,
It says: You were heron once,
Your glory faded, the genes of
Your dissipation, after the
Call of a wild beyond
Your wildest dreams,
Buried with the key
That resounds in your ear, smothers
Your hair, invites your
Deepest worry: the end of all
Worries next to the nothing
Of your final breath, the
Epithalamion of your newest day—