the sun set down
on a world curved wrong
the horizon buckled back
for one good look
at the colors and light
that faded from our faces
as a darkness rose up
from between blades of grass
the shadows climbed our legs
and reached from low to higher
places. But before the end, I guess
we had one hell
of a time in heaven
and that was the last
that there was.
no further lessons to learn
but one.
Do You Feel Lucky?
(and feel free to comment! My older posts are certainly no less relevant to the burning concerns of the day.)
Sunday, November 12, 2023
CYAK Redux: "The World Curved Wrong"
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Any Good,
common sense,
poems,
specialness,
sun,
sunset
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