Epiphany Poem by Leslie Philibert
Epiphany
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The tyrannic moan of the refuse truck;
the granite of a rook`s caw,
the windows suffer under sleet.
The street is lighted yellow
for the survivors, the last ones.
Your breath is soft beside me,
each pause fills the darkness.
Dream I am better than I am,
the night`s follower, the undecided.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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My work can be read in a number of magazines in the UK, US and Canada.
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4/25/2024 11:27:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dream I am better than I am, the night`s follower, the undecided. Verily, a well expressed poem.......10