Friday, June 18, 2021

Old Sky

It is an old sky I see
when my work is done
and I’m walking home
under purple and orange.

It has done its work,
supporting the sun
and, for a brief time,
a shower of no consequence

except to green summer lawns
and a pair of lovers
who kiss in the twilight
that will become their lives

three or four decades from now.
The sky is rolling over, retired,
an old man in bed
who is hoping that his next dream

is not wrapped in sleep, but reality
raised to a higher pitch,
an exponent of the world
and the bargain he upheld since dawn.

~William Hammett

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