deadlift poetry

Resolution

My metaphor 
     is becoming

& in my transience 
I’ve gone viral.

*

Sit loose,
    my friends:
we’re ancient
beings, all
of us set in amber
weaving through
the conversations
spiraling above
us, ghosts like gnats
that hollow the air
around the buzz
& light, casting
our shadows
on all the un-
suspecting below,
the sigh of death
unnoticed &
rightly so.

*

     When I say “And?”
     & you reply “No.” 
I see the rough stone
of your likening
already beginning
to become a fade,
the winds pausing
before then giving
their chase to me. 

A petal
          falls to the floor
& I forget to breath.

- Edward Montgomery