TheFeatheredSleep – Youth, Age, kindness
Twilight
there in the last glimmer
I see a girl run barefoot across the field
I see an old woman, hunched and bent, look up
and briefly, as the smile crosses her face
resemble that girl again
I see the cruelty of passing cars who
do not slow to permit the old woman crossing
their fierce lipped drivers dripping with venom
at the vulnerability of the ancient
I see the disinterest of those behind closed doors
watching their Twitter feeds like stock markets
of gossip and futility, forgetful of
the song bird who used to sing outside
and now does not
the sky has broken open like an orange feast
light pours out into darkness and indigo colored
clouds hasten to rush against the backdrop like
tired dancers exiting stage right
far away a man chops wood for his first fire of the season
a woman might be giving birth…
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