Life Eternal,
by P.H. Wise

Crickets
Empty classroom with everyone's things still in it
seen through leaves and tree-boughs
sound of sprinklers on the pavement
lampglow washing out the stars
I want to say 'unfinished,' but it's not exactly.
Time doesn't hurry - it is;
the wet pavement
the star-leaved boughs
the lampglow
and the distant sound
of 'tuba mirum spargens sonum'