Saturday, January 18, 2020

The black sky

And the black sky,
and the little house white-washed –

the light cuts like a square green interior
the window, with a woman looking out,
and outside, our side, a child
saunters past.

What do we need?

A boy, and a dog, on the grey pavement,
the night sky black

as if it is the outside of everything,
like the frame,

an unreachable beyond
not in the picture,

of it.

 - Brian Walter

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