Behind I sensed the qualms of earth
I knelt beside the garden bleeding
Arms stretched out to gage it's girth
Around me crept unsightly creatures
Seething sorrows in their wake
None to miss mid morning's mackles
None to try while yet awake
After simple silence stewing
I thought recall my better seat
After all, the time's sweet ruin
Lay in shambles at my feet
-J. Thadeus Richie
1 comment:
outstanding work j!
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