Ding
Eyelids part
Flooded, an instant of blue light
flight and pipe dreams,
and ambition to be
anywhere but home
Forgotten ventures, words, even
like liberalism, and words like venerate
and Bolshevization and youth
How to do long division?
What else am I forgetting
as I recycle cardboard
and communities burn
as I listen, find faint whimpers

Perhaps this is aging
Becoming time
Doors close