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)
The Twilight Haze
I wandered among the springtime trees,
and in the stillness they reached out
To touch each feeling within my heart,
giving cover to my doubt
My life sequestered as I walk alone,
past memories deeply felt
The social ramblings of a world at war,
now distanced from itself
Like nothing’s happened they praise the earth,
their blossoms all ablaze
While the quiet thunders upon itself
—inside this twilight haze
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: April, 2020)