the sun sets over suburban peterborough.
a patio
at evening
they grow weary, the patio’s two or three colours.
tonight, the moon, bright circle,
fails to dominate space.
patio, channel of sky.
the patio is the slope
down which sky flows into the house.
serene,
eternity waits at the crossroad of stars.
it’s pleasant to live in the friendly dark
of entrance-way, arbour, and cistern.
victor borges
MESSY BOOTS AND POCKETS OF JOY
3 days ago
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