Things go along and go along
almost to monotony, and then
someone is diagnosed, or takes a job
out of town: the whole kaleidoscope
chinks. Do you feel yourself growing vague?
Well, I guess. The same crystal bell
rang daily for years; then one stroke
shivered it. The shards lie there and twinkle.
Lynn D. Gilbert lives in Austin. Her poems have appeared in Borderlands, Concho River Review and Exquisite Corpse.