Thursday, April 16, 2015

blear sun in the sky

dull long shadows along the street

figures move slowly

across lines of vision

under the budding anxious trees

beginning to bloom

after an almost unstoppable winter

they continue their cycles

automatic as breath

while we loom and dwindle

among their phases

like a vegetable moon

we come and go across the perpetual face

of the world as we rejoin these very elements

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

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