Lives after pages

Beyond 'the ends' and the closing lines, the characters are busy living on. They are making their beds, commuting to work, finding love, losing, reconciling or dealing with loss - coping with the last page. You get to decide, where to stop telling. The story, however, never stops.

In the chess game,
with destiny,
are not the pieces,
all the same colour?

Gliding,
in air-loved abandon,
the spiders sway,
and acrobats swoop.
No surface to waltz,
none needed.
What earth, where sky,
Gravity,
steps aside to watch.

Globular,
rounded water monocles.
Drips, drops, scatters.
A shuddering bird's pearls.