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Last Poem for Sarah


The order of all possible futures is raveling

into this one, where there is no room for me—

the order of the past rearranged

by whatever I do next—and what I do next

is determined and invisible only to me

but will make perfect sense when it arrives

in another moment that will for a moment

seem momentous, but will only become

an unremembered nothing as nothing is

left of everything that has gone before.



[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/randy_roark.html.]