Across the Way
Where is the sunlight's pleasantness
by time and space across it gets
to eye that's stretched (for here 'tmust stay)
to catch but glimpse of summer’s day?
Where is the fresh and tender blade
that winks from 'neath the husked shade—
now broken for to 'llow it's reach
beyond the dark but shattered breach?
Where is a hungry soul's desire
when met with self-made arms, like wire?
reaching, trying—still they hold
‘gainst every ‘ttempt to escape this this mold.
Can shadow run beyond it's mate
(so much as even hesitate)
when turning now,
another room to view?
No not at all, so tale is told
of life inside this broken mold,
else passers by but see
a shattered you.
For there to find:
The tatter'd eye
looks long to see but glimpse of sky—
of pleasantness, just there…
Across the way.
Copyright © Bradley Howey | Year Posted 2025
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