at night
I wonder
could I pour the coffee
back into the pot
and the blood
inside the wound
sealed
not healed
just
never torn
could I gather
the things that spilt
from tongue to air
and push it
back
babies screams
not silenced but
unborn
unknown
yet-to-be
and if the light from
the stars
had not yet reached
streched
into feelings
and could be separated
like sequins from a dress
could I make the rain
rain
backwards
evaporation on a mass scale
pulled back to the sky,
simply because
I tried?
[Photo credits: Public-Domain-Photos.com]
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