Day's last gasp.
The city sighs smoke
from every rooftop,
loosening and binding
relation.
Later, under
caul of cloud,
fireworks explode
a rainbow of bruises
trembling like pain
'cross night's
veiled face.
2 comments:
Terse and visual poetry about loss and letting go. I love this one. xox
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night." - Dylan Thomas
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