Peter Galen Massey

winter light falls like / the clarity of reason / on the mumbling man

a storm of sparrows / explodes off the rusting fence / swift shrill and outraged

new soft creation / blank and wonder eyed, stunned and / sleepy from the void

luminous bubbles / rise in the glowing glass like / souls rushing toward god

like drawing breath to / speak the first word of the world, / the orchestra tunes

sleeping winter fields / buxom with snow summer will / make sigh with her warmth

an old lost song and / the fog damp night when your words / were warm on my neck

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if I hang my shirts / just so, chaos will cower / and pale death will flee