The Sinking Year
the world goes down
in grayish cushions
colors are choked
and yellow-fingered
leaves desert their
dripping residence
the days are melting
between twilights
evaporating time
and swallows now
are quick to leave
the sinking year
Copyright © Ingrid Laymann | Year Posted 2005
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