“Senility”

there’s an owl outside my window
he seems content to stay
(despite seasonal changes)

the ticking of a hand-me-down watch
and an owl’s patient calls-
reminders of external

life is lived, when observed
and so we continue to breathe
measuring time by counted minutes

we forgot
how to forget
how to exist, without being seen

so it was that we
(the living)
came to echo the dead

© M. Black, 2017 All rights reserved.

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