Lament - I

In evening’s hush, through melting snow, come here to life-earned goal
Forgive the mill of trade, slavers, and banking crows left far below.
Trust your surrey to drug-stained hand. Climb brownstone stairs.
Stamp ice from leather boots. Trade fear and bitter truth for furnace coal.
And leave earthly cares at the door, together with your soul.

Lament, 2017


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