Amidst the burnished
buzzing of chat, yousay thanks to the host.
Then thread yourself
through clumps
of standing talkers.
You see yourself
out, as they say,
and close the door.
You deep-breathe
to sample cold air
and walk until
you can't hear
the party at all
anymore. Maybe
you'll go on
forever, past all
gatherings,
past being you,
past being, into infinity's
big get-together.
hans ostrom 2024
