“she shakes her head as if to say / that it’s the last time you’ll look like today”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday:


Pass, Friend, Carl Sandburg

The doors of the morning must open.
The keys of the night are not thrown away.

I who have loved morning know its doors.
I who have loved night know its keys.


---L.

Subject quote from Ripples, Genesis.

Comments

[cmcmck]

Nice!

[larryhammer]

I thought so.