Everything was as it
always was, nothing had changed –
youth sleuthing through
the heightened wet,
light gracing stonetop,
and a pillowed streak
on western sky –
and as before,
sun corrals light –
amoral, though not abnormal
but for
its leaning
on my weathered
heart
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
Everything was as it
always was, nothing had changed –
youth sleuthing through
the heightened wet,
light gracing stonetop,
and a pillowed streak
on western sky –
and as before,
sun corrals light –
amoral, though not abnormal
but for
its leaning
on my weathered
heart
The title comes from a poem found in F. Scott Fitzgerald's This Side of Paradise
