The Definition

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

So much has left us now, fathers,
The trees we loved, first houses, music boxes,

Mothers, rains from summers of such
Freshness the children in us

Laughed—all gone
Like the age of great symphonies.

In the late afternoon
A rare bird for this region

Walked across the fence top
A blue winged teal

I’m certain.
I’d no one really to tell.

Poetry you are….

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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