• evening light

    by  • November 19, 2013 • durham, home, poetry • 0 Comments

    we walked tonight

    at sunset just in time

    to see the fading sun

    reach across town for

    an old building and

    bask it in the splendor

    of what was left undone

     

    home now my kitchen

    smells like that sunset

    full of sorrow and stories

    while the singer reaches

    for what is as true as

    the light on old buildings

    and I sing along . . .

     

    Peace,

    Milton

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