Sempiternal

the Sun shimmering, setting, slightest pink glimpses

past trees with phosphorus glows, and

ballasts yawning and workers heavehoing.

She sets yonder--ooh my freckled darling--with solar tick-tocking

beasts and worms emerge & clatter:

strewn upon streets sempiternal.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

The eternity of being ... great work, Randall:):):)