for Nick, Jocelyn, Nate, Jesse, Matt, and Bill

Time’s envelope opens briefly to let us out
Till we are returned, sealed, and delivered
Like a flowering cherry tree
All at once in saturated colors
Then falling apart
The petals blow away in the wind
To be trampled underfoot

Once we stood together
Our bodies both vibrating
Blood singing this is what it is
To be alive
But not anymore

Tonight, my eyes will close to open again
But yours will remain shut


Andrew Borne is 2 Cups Poet 1 teaspoon Musician 1/4 teaspoon Salt 1/2 cup Absurdity 3/4 cup Chef 1 egg, beaten 2 1/3 cups Family Man. Mixed together and served raw. His column 7x appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.