Free verse № 22376
Living Conditions
Dark October days,
When it seems the clouds
Have sucked the light into their cheeks,
Always feel like this:
The year's blind slope
Towards winter,
The burrowing mole
In its grope
Towards the warm womb
Of the earth,
The improbability of the sun
And our place in it.
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