Fleeting Promises Poem by Tom Clark

Tom Clark

Tom Clark

Near West Side of Chicago / United States

Fleeting Promises



This late hour in the night of dreams
the onslaught of the past surprises
erasing the way back to the crystal clear cave
unable to be caught by light when I fall
under the deep blue rain slick streets
headlights on the wall throwing silhouettes
older than movies of dead angels
whose marble wings are shredded by raked clouds

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Tom Clark

Tom Clark

Near West Side of Chicago / United States
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