T. Byron K. (tbyronk) wrote,
T. Byron K.
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The Beginning of The End

Amid
those unspoken
departures
the broken
blooms are
snow pale
as death.

What angelic
shout of
children still
lifts beyond
the back yard?/
She sweeps
blossoms like
Winter ice from
her front porch
& a cold
rain readies
her new
bed of flowers.

There may
still be (last)
poems
in a lonely
room at
the end
of the world.

3/23/2020
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