I am truly cast down low,
The numbers prove it:
A friend is leaving: skies,
Though blue, are weeping.
But please …
Be still a while;
Listen, listen, listen …
Maybe I’m a little crazy, on
The outside of too much wine… Continue reading
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The Crocus Road
The small, out-of-history,
Far away lights in these
Big, darkening skies make
Reassuring noises; the shadows
Do not clash and threaten.
The horizon is a pale-line queen
Swooning beneath a ripped-tissue
Curl of early-spring-promise moon.
The crocus road is longer, much longer
Than I could have expected and I start
To fall towards a gentle, butterfly death.
