Poetry: Selections from Tohm Bakelas
2/27/2021
in the inky
night i see
small things of matter—
stars overhead,
lives moving forward—
i write poetry in the cold
library parking lot,
the lights are bright.
recurring spring poem
the rhododendron bush
blooms every spring
but it’s another
reminder that
you’re not here
chasing the muse
i’ve lost her,
and the nighttime
sounds are
so lonely
when
you’re not
around.
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