Wednesday, 18 April 2018

WHAT NOW?



Bell glows
Now. Now and now.
No emphasis or urgency.
Only the rift sliced through
The tolling
By the frisking wind.


What now?
This now,
Between breath
And silence.
Moss-lipped wince of boughs
Present beneath
This butterscotch light
Purring with sunfall.



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