Monday, April 17, 2017

A Holy Day

a winter fog drifts
over the land as we
sow new off-springs
in the night and are
cursed by our neighbors
who could not sleep
either and had to
listen to our fights;
a winter fog drifts
in and out of spatial time
as we appear and then
disappear with delight
to those who seek us
for the crime of living;
a winter fog drifts
through the night and
remains for the day
but soon departs
when realizing no
harm will come to
us this day as it used
to be a holy one.

8Feb17

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