Year Count Thread Poem by Salvatore Ala
Year Count Thread
Such a thin reed for so round a whistle-
I stop inside myself inside the fog.
I look around, owl-like.
Past and present meet.
The future calls from the street.
In all places I think
it is like this at times,
a wavering moment
in which something endures.
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: timeless
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4/25/2024 9:34:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Salvatore, a well crafted poem......................