Walking at dusk, I see rage
Fade below the horizon
Not quite
The draining away of October light
Fact a shadow
Certain caught sky
A lurid velvet bowl
Held by veiny branches
The high screech of bats
Two zigzagging above
Me almost colliding
The post-Ramadan moon
Crescent and clouded
My not flinching
For once
5 comments:
Lovely, Pawlie - I do so relish your verse.
Puss
PK, this is beautiful.
Very nice!
I love it. You should write like this more often.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Three thank you's to tripartite pulchritudinous word lovers of the feminine variety.
hey - it does work ~~ read from top to bottom and bottom to top...way cool
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