Reply to Emily Dickinson’s ‘Because I could not stop for Death’

And then we stopped!

Stylish
The gait, the gut, the gravity
Of our thoughts.

We stopped
where decay and blossom
waited

where
the “End” wondered
what next
and paused for effect.

Panegyrics for waiting
for patience, for passing

where stop signs ran
for continual stopping.

We stopped where the sea
and the me in you
couldn’t flow.

LARDO