A Summer's Timing Poem by Shannon Harney

A Summer's Timing



We have resided in
A spacious era
Of quiet assumptions.
A turning of the age
Brought on by age
Bumped the table,
Knocking down
his house of cards.
This time, I will wait
And will not assist
In reconstruction.
For who can properly build
While wearing a blindfold?

Thursday, August 27, 2015
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