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79. How long the shadows fall © 15 May 2018 |
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(Based on the Vietnamese luc bat poetic form.) How long the shadows fall this breakfast time. How tall in height, (as if in evening light) the fence posts stand, as might night guards, freezing in sun’s weak shards. A bitter morning. Hardened ice. Desolate wind with vice -like grip, ready to slice the heart. For me to light the fire is to admit that you’re not here. The early morning’s cheer- ful warmth that only yesterday you lit, your final day, before the Fates held sway and snipped your thread of life, and clipped forever what bound you to me. How long the shadows fall this first breakfast time. |