Evening: A Widow Poem by james watkin

Evening: A Widow



Theatre's seating
Open aired.
A park's built for two
Filled of one.
Sunset's flamy thrill
In ash, gone.

What for day-talk
Had trailed off
Homeward, hand-clasping
Night into
Now waits its response
Death's veil through.

Monday, August 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: widow,sunset
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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