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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.

By Makar

Stephen Sutherlin is a designer, poet and musician. He writes poetry about life in the southwest and enjoys metrical lyricism.

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