And over here, the sun
broken by branches, white shards
blasting past trees, hilltops,
the brick chimneys of nearby farmhouses.
Sun at last, so sharp
it pierces the cataract, for one second.
Then the tears come, and the gray everywhere.
Copyright 1998 Jonathan and Lisa Price, The Communication Circle
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