Tom Montag

Evening

 The rhyme of

water and

 

stone. The wind

in the troughs.

 

The sun is

what sun is,

 

everything

and nothing,

 

until night

hauls us in,

 

net nearly

empty of

 

all but this,

this darkness. 

 

 

 

 

 

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