Reservoir (Night) Poem by Lucius Furius

Reservoir (Night)



It was cold.
Night.
January, I think.
I was wearing long underwear.
I went to the reservoir and played my recorder.
A hope I'd been hoping was done.
I played for the trees and the fish.
Quiet songs.
They eased my heart.

Sunday, August 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,coldness,music
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This poem is one of the Humanist Art Homepage, Scraps of Faith poems.
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