The Specifics of Love

And the soul of the earth.

Andrea Kowch

The Moment of My Death (Fragment of a poem)

……

In the moment of my death
I saw
You

not as you were when we met
so beautiful that you turned heads
but as you are now
at the dawn of your old age
streaks of gray in your hair
your large, uneven, slightly yellow
teeth
crowsfeet at the corners of your eyes.

In that moment,
you did not look at me
you did not seem afraid.
Your head was turned
in such a way
as to display the beauty of
the line of your neck.

Your eyes were half-closed
as if you were about to go to sleep
or about to wake up

That is what I saw in the moment
of my death.

My Poems

My poems, almost all of them,
Are neither beautiful nor heartbreaking.
What was I thinking?