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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