Saturday, September 9, 2023

The Tree of Less Than Good and Evil

Blue yard behind a shadow,
The life lived within the faith,
Holds a peach tree’s dim gold glints.

Tonight, fruits will gleam silver,
Tomorrow, ruddy again,
But at this hour, almost grey.

That’s what a shadow will do,
But shadows don’t do. They’re done.
Voices float out of the shade.

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