ContagionA Poem by Ken e BujoldThe grace of a sky extending, the hills, not yet mountains, wending towards the illusion of a landscape, wild waters you first accompanied me to the night the moon turned blue. In the room’s corner shadows played in harmony, as if oblivious, to the hungry nature of wolves. How often I’ve said I love you to a ewe, without ever meaning it, but yesterday, I seemed to recall, the distinct flavor of a change in the seasons opening up in front of us, as though the contagion of each other’s appetites settled the question: the promise of a sunset is this morning’s dawn. Ken e Bujold
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6 Reviews Added on January 3, 2023 Last Updated on January 3, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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