Soul, Eclipsed, Down-Casting Of Lives
Soul, eclipsed, down-casting of lives
Fits the momentary dusk
Of an opportune grudge sport.
Of a devious report.
Foothills of a finely made people
Here, there, shifting snowflake-like
Throws pure gazing out again;
The dying; with no strain.
Saturday, October 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death