EVENING
He carefully climbed the hill
on his bike, then brought it
to a stop in the evening light.
Look, he thought, look
at the love that’s everywhere.
Look at this little earth
lit up under a lit up sky.
The sentences of his thoughts
shone in his mind
like lamps someone had switched on
but not him.
1 comment:
Hi Uncle Hammy, I like your blog,
especialy the poem called:
The evening on Granite St.
Love Wolfie
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