“Where Tess Died” by Tim J. Brennan

Where Tess Died

There is a tiny door
of light by the fence
between the pickets
and the posts
near where Tess died

Mind you,
this was not
a sudden event;
it took a lifetime
to evolve

Death does not
have dimensions,
yet, we struggle
to invent words
to measure it

Tim J. Brennan writes from southern MN. His poems can be found inWhispering Shade, Talking Stick, The Green Blade, and many other nice places. Brennan’s short plays have been produced widely, including performances in NYC, San Diego, and Bloomington, IL.