it drained the very light from the sun
even rain could not touch
the coldness it possessed
and the sky gave up her only child
just a little bit south of nowhere
it seemed as if the sour cry of pain
was heard from all directions
ringing out to deft ears
the only light was that of day
just a little bit south of nowhere
then came the darkness
the twilight of their minds
children ran to their mothers
small dogs slipped under wooden porches
all but in a few minutes
night had fallen
just a little bit south of nowhere
(Copyright Steven S. Walsky)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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