Thursday, April 02, 2020

SHINE 


Shine
of a jet
plane or

an evening
star. Salmon
sky as

day fades.
Loneliness
sets its

own tableau.
All we know
is nothing.

On the wind
some snow.
Bring what

night brings,
Lord. And
forgive me

the darkness
which bleeds
the light.



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