Everyone Wakes

Everyone Wakes

and they leave behind a subtle ripple
that rocks the boats of distant shores.

and they allow one last passage
for their loved ones to share forgotten stories.

when the light filters in through dusty shutters,
and soon the day shakes off its covers.

except the ones who don't.

*This is a response to today's prompt: "Finish this phrase: Everyone __________, and make it the title of your poem. Write the poem." (I paraphrased.)


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