White Manes
For the final time
the white manes sat along the edge
of the sandbox
digging for ball and jack, a tin toy
perhaps a glimmering nursery rhyme
bits of innocents, the dance of time.
but now they need to leave
the vapor of their shinning verse
on the edges of a blackened universe
white manes.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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