poetry and prose by stephen chute
Friday, December 24, 2021
a world apart
the world
cannot hold together
what's made
by our hands, in time,
so much
of what we've built succumbs
to wind
and rain,
the impulsive nature
of gravity.
and our love, sadly too,
falls apart
for reasons just
explained.
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