Poems from a veil – 23 January 2021

The words go unread
like the rain

a bridge
of dusks.

upon the firs
the sun’s flock

watch them rise
to the tall trees
marking boundaries.



The rain
turned all around.

but not the ship
nor the sea

not the day
nor her night

the sparrows
will sing of walks
in other worlds.



The night’s rain
heart opening

face of the stream

the fields
of white gulls.


Author: Workers' Archive

Covering sensitivity at work and beyond on my website: https://samuelaliblog.wordpress.com/

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