Dark Matter
Dark Matter
It masses like a day spent alone
No book no radio no phone.
Like a December cloud about to blow
Scything trees with wind and snow.
And like a shadow on the lung
It stays as words stay on the tongue.
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Jon,
i love this poem– i posted it on urban mermaid.