MS (1942 / Cincinnati, Ohio)

Imaginary Photograph By Brassai

It's the first black morning
The old man before you
Dresses slowly

He lights a candle, rubs
His eyes
Brushes his hair with his hands
Brushes summer's remnants
From his mind

He breakfasts with comrade cat-
Fish, bread & wine
Then walks out to meet his Fate

She's there if you look closely

Cloaked in ensanguined shadows
Penitent in the morning wind
Midwife to the rain that's coming
Nursemaid to the death it's birthing

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A well versed, profound penning, Michael...solid use of effulgent imagework... '''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR