Another Day

by
Maria Antonia Falconetti

Another day.  The sun's blank bluster.
The barking of dogs.  Noon light upon the river.
Rain falls in sudden hooves.  Another day.

Where does it begin?  The gradual stoop,
Bald stasis, vertigo, the rote decline.
Percepts soften, scramble.  Diapasons of ash.

Die laughing.  This is the way it has to happen.
The time the night absorbs the day is near,
Unraveling, spattering you with ghosts of stars.