when the light shifts Poem by Tom Clark

Tom Clark

Tom Clark

Near West Side of Chicago / United States

when the light shifts



when the light shifts
countless trembling
raindrops on birch twigs
fade to a clarity that seems
the temper of the day
until light returns
to the shining tree



when a breeze blows
through grasses or branches
light touches the harp
there are no witnesses
only musicians, dancers

Saturday, February 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,light
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Tom Clark

Tom Clark

Near West Side of Chicago / United States
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