Sunday, March 12, 2017

From 1986 #8

enunciated shadows
accumulate of the mind's
mirror as one journeys
past yesterday's evening,
spent inside restless images
of tomorrow's ordeal;
from behind the clouds,
the sun shows it has
awakened and hungry;
one's worried demeanor
was for naught as each
day we wonder if we'll
ever gain back lost sleep.
December

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