And we're back on track with another poem! It's short, dark, and depressing, but then it's only this time of year, with 14 hours of beautiful sunlight beating down on the Willamette River, that we can afford to read and write this sort of thing.
Silently
At last the dark dismal
covers the sky.
You do not ask how
and you do not ask why.
It is not your place
to question the will
that closes your eyes
and bids you lie still.
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1 comment:
you really ought to write song lyrics, you know. I think you've got exactly the right kind of style that would combine perfectly with music.
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