This Humble Light
This humble light
Above the hills of Kirkland.
And I was born before the moon.
The ticking of delayed and dulcent raindrops.
The economy of sadness.
The beginning of time.
Lovers in the dark,
Crossing fingers.
Our Children,
Their voices,
Singing in the air.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2020
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