One Line At A Time

                One Line At A Time

         If, while you are reading this,
                 you could expose
              only one line at a time,
         (just as they appear to me)
                    you could ask,
              at the end of each line
                        (as I did),
                  “Is this the end?”
                And thus, each line
                  might be the last.

                  In the same way
                can I rise each day,
               with a phrase dying
                      on my lips?
                    My next step
           on this lovely green grass
                  might be my last.

           Then my hours would be
             as a sentence passed
                   and never sure,
               from one heartbeat
                      to the next,
                  when shall arrive
                   that final period.