Reckoning

it is an honest wind
that blows the grass
across these tombs

the sun at noon
knows not leaf
nor lie

geese above
V their way
across a sky

and tell of time
for stars
and time for hope

there is truth
to every absence
beyond despair

(previously posted on October 23, 2012)

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