Such Smoking Days

These smoking days, sullen, but with birdsong,
Since yesterday, left a hope and a disappointment
As usual–enough magic to keep you hoping,
Enough to disappoint, and
Drive your sorrows deeper.

The end we know; but whether
it comes with a denouement… We can peek around corners
Watch other limbs fall
Try to see our chances
Reason against God,
Rage resignedly,
but then, rested
take the next step, some small step—the only step I see….


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