Microclimate
Colour isn’t the same at the early dusk
It changes in different light
A smile doesn't shine on the same mask
When its fading out of sight
Who knows why memory can change
The pictures of the past, well-known
Friends turn out and estrange
Strangers I welcome to my home
Why should it go this way or that
In the microclimate of the soul
As if it hadn't been done and said
By anyone awhile ago.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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