i was hoping
i could catch
a bit of certainty,
a moment truth
clear eyed
but all I see
are hearts,
like mine,
superimposed,
in a restless
quantum state,
no certainty
is a fact of the universe,


October rose,
not a trace no more,
yr buried deep
in the cooling ground,
yr not the stuff of
winter foliage,
the gray would
have leeched yr
colors,
as the sun grew dimmer


several feet down
the soil turns to
uncertain sand,
shifting

we’re sitting
on beaches
carefully shrouded
in concrete,
annihilation and
creation
in every split second,
split
with fission force