Wednesday, June 17, 2015

6783. GRACE

GRACE
Take nine now. With the longest day of the year,
with the extended light of a fading day, with all of
that now arriving, I tend to think  - instead  -  the end 
is near. Nothing more graceless than the long slide
downhill which only now we once more begin. 
And I can find nothing good to say about that.

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