Closure
Calling through the branches of trees,
Cutting through the curtains of rain,
Catching all the bracken of her words
Cold and sharp, abrasive refrain.
Cleaving in the temporal malaise,
Could this pay the wages of sin?
"Closing time" the ending of days.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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