In case we forget to remember, in the onslaught of it all.
From AT THE ORPHANS’ DOOR (2024, Feral Angels Press)
IN THE MEANTIME
Meanwhile, flowers still bloom.
The moon rises, and the sun.
Babies smile and somewhere,
Against all the odds,
Two people are falling in love.
Strangers share cigarettes and jokes.
Light plays on the surface of water.
Grace occurs on unlikely streets
And we hold each other fast
Against entropy, the fires and the flood.
Life leans towards living
And, while death claims all things at the end,
There were such precious times between,
In which everything was radiant
And we loved, again, this world.
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So beautiful ❤️🩹
A beautiful reminder. Thank you, Tom.