Ellen Pledger
To Be As Good Coming As Going
To be as good coming as going
Blown bubbles with no sorrow: such brevity has no time for pain.
We glance away
from rainbows without fearing a disappearing
having learned long and past
out of sight is still a place.
You and I, our rhymes so close,
attempting sameness but not quite,
we hear the song of fallen feathers
and the ache in dreams of flight.
