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2020 Poems

Sunset Sill

Delicate
The flower
That is man

With age a
Drying crease
Wrinkles cross

Exposing
A grand
Fragility —

A few days
Without more
Water and

Severe
Consequences
Will prevail —

Never to
Hold the same
Shape again

The vase —
Retainer of
remainders

The days count-
ed by fall-
en petals

Beautiful
Unto the
Very last

Though fragrance
Gone and all
Glory past

What remains
Is the same
Shadow’s cast

Through the light
On the sill
Calm and still.

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