So this is where
you say the words go
to rest.
We unwind
the time for
rhymes,
break loose
stanzas
from the lines,
put the poems back
into the pocket
for another
time.
The flow is
slowed but never
silent.
The writing, merely
the temporary act of
capturing the
heart, which never stops
beating.
This is by
design.
The last prompt by Bud -- the end.