Evening
this day
that can't
keep hold
of itself
splits
its beams
into night
fresh shadow lines
caught
in the confirming
glow of streetlights
touching pavement
like white bones
in need of binding
Poem composed December 20, 2022
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2022
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