A Too Late Peace
There was a calm to the sadness
rueful rustlings of passing leaves
paying homage to listless limbs.
A feral-cat-like silence stalking
warily watching the wind
smooth away life’s traces.
Doves cooing in a tower
overseeing a sunset’s tears
promising a too late peace.
John G. Lawless
©1/4/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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