New Storms

How now the vanishing wind…

 

The days are upon us

 last season begins

 

All words are regifted

 and placed into song

 

As time has now shifted

 our last excuse gone

 

How now the suffering lies…

 

The light burns immortal

 old visions decry

 

What’s done long behind us

 new storms call our name

 

The clouds mark their entry

 —the past left to blame

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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