Saturday, December 15, 2012

Everything there was


The Cruelty Of Continuance

Swan slips slow across sunplay on the lake
where the winter girl went through the ice.

Lark sits the meadow-bright oak limb
where the bright rope held the still boy.

White cloud passes through a space in sky
where the plane fell into the dark blue sea.


Mother removes forgotten clothes from a dryer
where yesterday a small form fit them perfectly.

Children sit before chalk alphabets and open books
where one morning took everything there was ever to learn.

Joseph Gallo
December 15, 2012



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