The Birdcage and the Barstool

Friday, June 1, 2018

Dark Horizon

Dark Horizon
By M. F. B. Porter


I walk along a cold beach,
The sand grainy and rough,
Engulfing my
Small raw feet.
I think of how many times
Before now I walked
This same beach, but now
The sky stays dark,
And no stars
Taunt the sun to horizon.

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