Art by Rob Goldstein

Ash

I crawl, light falls

and Mary whispers

a secret;

answers are questions.

This is what I see when

I lower the sheet-

–Ash–

At one A.M., the sky is blue

At two the sky turns

black–

At dawn I rise.

The Sun is pink

but we are trapped

in nets of yellow.

 

Image and Poem (c) Rob Goldstein  2015-2017

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