Saturday, January 30, 2010

Vicariate

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.

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2 comments:

  1. Beysshoes5:26 AM

    Terse and visual poetry about loss and letting go. I love this one. xox

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  2. Anonymous7:55 PM

    "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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