Too Late Poem by William B. Deutscher
Too Late
Dream bouncing back in a reflex of night,
widespread kiss like a drag of starlight.
Love-soaked cry to a girl gone away,
rushing gray in a shot of day,
but I'm still hoping for a happy ending,
crystal reflections in the mirror glass,
searching for clues in the tall wet grass.
Life topping off as a shadow to the clock,
blue time flooded with throwaway talk.
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