On this day, the sun is wane-weary in the mist of an offshore fog-
come ashore and gumming the works.
It’s a damp light all around
and the foundry of heaven has come to a halt
with one anvil ringing in steam
as Blue retires
from its perch
so the Grey
mayhap-
and the Dawn
drab.
but the hawk in my eye is immune.
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 6:37 PM UTC
On this day, the sun is wane-weary in the mist of an offshore fog-
come ashore and gumming the works.
It’s a damp light all around
and the foundry of heaven has come to a halt
with one anvil ringing in steam
as Blue retires
from its perch
so the Grey
mayhap-
and the Dawn
drab.
but the hawk in my eye is immune.
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