Post-Requiem

by February 3, 2021 0 comments

On this morning golden
as a passage to the afterlife,
I walk corridors roofed with sky,
wearing the old motley hoodie
that has become the livery
of unlovely unlivelihood,
and I have neither lock nor key
and have never seen a rhyme
crack a cathedral—
but where the sunlight touches me
I turn human.

– Stefan White

editors note:

Human is enough to be; stay in the light (wear sunscreen). – mh clay

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