Cathedral
All that porphyry to say suffering
is not for nothing, that there is no death.
Last night music came up through the shower
from the bar next door; then, this morning, rain.
Tuesday poem #577 : Henry Gould : AUTUMN LEAVES
14 hours ago
1 comment:
I adore this little poem, Rufo, compact, precious, resonant, and so thanks!!!!!
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