Finality

Finality

Four in the morning

birds are still sleep dead

the river still moves like silk

lamenting the cry

of eternal matched

mourning doves.

Five-thirty

first vein of light

reveals the nudity

of our village

I live here

sadly you too.

Six and I’ve decided

claustrophobic love

cannot exist

Seven

my oven hangs

its mouth with enticement.

2 comments

  1. MG WELLS · June 16

    Thanks for sharing, Stan. Wishing all is well in your world. Enjoy the weekend.

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    • sdgrimes · June 16

      You too MG…thanks so much for your input and kindness

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