The Death of August Derleth: July 4, 1971
The summer air hangs still.
Hawk and whippoorwill
Wing mournful down the graying skies…
Hearken to their cries!
And then the faintest breeze
Murmurs in the trees…
And at the Lonesome Place
Spirits sigh in space.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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