The sun in arrears,
its moon in default
With stars in foreclosure,
the cosmos to halt
All time repossessed,
the Creator has gone
Awaiting implosion,
—that last singing swan
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
American Pie
It may be poignant,
at its best sublime
But not remembered,
—if it doesn’t rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
To ‘Don McClean’
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