High Noon

John McChord





I

The shadow 

Slanting towards 

An entry, invisible

Remarkable

In darkness

If the sun so high;

The angle hangs low

Long,

As the 

Windows stay 

Open, I don’t live alone

Shattered

All the while

It just kept

The light 

 

Out


November

  • Author: J M (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2020 20:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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