These smoking days, sullen, but with birdsong,
Since yesterday, left a hope and a disappointment
As usual–enough magic to keep you hoping,
Enough to disappoint, and
Drive your sorrows deeper.
The end we know; but whether
it comes with a denouement… We can peek around corners
Watch other limbs fall
Try to see our chances
Reason against God,
but then, rested
take the next step, some small step—the only step I see….