Dark Church
angular
behind black,
a suggestion of brick;
the spire moon
shadows the roots
under stars
slight warmth
of sandstone
and ticking birds,
small movements
between gravestones
and curled brass
a dark box
of stone waiting
for the edge of light
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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