Eschatology

At the end of
the day
when the sun is
making its way down
and you sit in the backyard
on a crooked picnic bench
keeping the weight
of the day as
steady as you can

a lover,
a child,
or a domesticated beast
will place
its head on your shoulder

and you
will feel
a lightness
in this new weight

as if the pain
of holding
were shorn
from your heart

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