maanantai 28. syyskuuta 2020

THROUGH THE SHROUDS OF TIME

The still green leaves
fall in the warm,
abnormal autumn night
which I walk,
with a two old dogs
and the ghost of a one,
beyond the islands
of electric light,
into the years when the
dead waited in the light
at the end of the roaming.

26.-28.09.2020

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