The Blackbird
The road of runes
The blackbird shrieks
Night befalls like my brother
The sequence is stet
from a lonely toad stall
Winding seawards
over mossy fields
Unbuttoned time
Old men craving
in ancient fields
emotions staked in mud
neon hopes fuse the last of day
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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