Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Hunger's Face

Quiet descends on the town
  The horizon deepest blue
Tufts and wisps of clouds long departed
  Shadowy forms in their wake

A gaunt figure threads his way
  through deserted marketplaces
All too aware, indeed
  of the onset of Night

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Caren Krutsinger January 1, 2020 at 5:22 PM I do wish we would stop throwing away food when many are actually hungry! Gershon Wolf January 1, 2020 at 6:24 PM I second the emotion, Caren! Cheers, Gershon

Chris Green December 31, 2019 at 4:30 PM Such a dark and deeply affecting piece my friend. No one should see this face, ever. Gershon Wolf December 31, 2019 at 7:00 PM Thanks for your moving endorsement of this little write, Chris! Season's best, Gershon

Richard Lamoureux December 31, 2019 at 3:42 PM You made this feel very real and haunting. Gershon Wolf December 31, 2019 at 4:14 PM Well, hunger('s face) is very real and haunting. Here's to its elimination. ~ Gershon