Left To Weather

Raping the sky of its luster,

a new darkness began to imbue

 

Draining the ocean—taking its salt,

a pillar for Edith renewed

 

Shearing the top off the mountain,

its crater to hemorrhage and bleed

 

Stealing the promise from every hope

all faith left to weather—unfreed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020) 

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