Poem: Against Closure

Doors   close
mouths   close
cases   close
chapters   close

not

hearts.

Just because death
wounds
doesn’t mean it
is bound to
also
heal.

The wheel may
spin but there is
no guarantee
it will go
full circle

just as there is no
pot of gold at the
end of each last
blazing
rainbow—

only a vague memory
of color in a pair of
sightless
eyes.