Today you left
the trapped
sense of playing
your part to
the history books
Paid little attention
the trapped
sense of playing
your part to
the history books
Paid little attention
Left the things
that the artist sketched
on canvas
the sunrise
breaking into puddles
that the artist sketched
on canvas
the sunrise
breaking into puddles
you saw
the arc of it
Even now
the arc of it
Even now
with the poem getting
smaller
through
it’s minor deletions
you still see
what is just leaving
leaving and
what is just left
