The light from the bulb,
All of a sudden gone,
Now rush to find light,
As we stumble,
Waiting for the dawn.
The light from the bulb,
All of a sudden gone,
Now rush to find light,
As we stumble,
Waiting for the dawn.
Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron
Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand
I remember only its ghostly aftermath;
my parents' divorce.
My dad was cast out without anything,
we lived in a rented renovated barn.
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