SUMMER THE WINTER UNWANTED
The sun briefly darkens
Returns darkens returns
hides
White curtains stir.
The first gale of impending
storm
Tremendous blasts
Four cotton flags snap
wildly
Wet faces dry lungs shiver
Outside downpour and
thunder
One bolt strikes scattering
bricks.
Rising to look
At vapor and rubble
Near cool eternal relief.
Summer the winter unwanted
Delights but in delight
Skies clear and again
The hollow sun.
FORGOTTEN
Forests they sometimes
forget
They are trees
Do not recall ancestral roots
In volcanic rock
They conquer land and even
Stumble into seas
Destined to fall.
They are trees
Do not recall ancestral roots
In volcanic rock
They conquer land and even
Stumble into seas
Destined to fall.
I know I have forgotten
Those different parts of me
That together rule
I have forgotten them all.
Those different parts of me
That together rule
I have forgotten them all.
SOUL
All that our spirit may be
is the persistent glow
Of a stale cigarette discarded
Near a puddle of old rain.
Of a stale cigarette discarded
Near a puddle of old rain.
[RICHARD WILSON MOSS]
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