Middle Age Crisis
From a high window
Through dusty air
A finger of light
Descends:
Touch me
Now, my light,
Before clouds
Obscure light,
Before sun
Falls to weaker light,
Before darkness
Removes light.
Touch me
My light.
You are now.
Warm me.
poem by Dennis Lambert
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