(god willing)
may be a
slender thing,
but its looming
casts a long
and a
powerful shadow.
In fact, when stooped
underneath it,
it's so dark
and so cool, it puts
the backbreaking blaze
of halcyon days into
startling relief.
So sue us
if some of us
choose to savor
our grief
and recline
in the dimness
of its gloom
where it's safe—
for, as far as
we recall
of that bright world
of mistakes,
we've never even
seen ourselves
with a look of peace
upon our face, since
the only time
it might possibly
look that way is
after we go to sleep.
