Clarity: Fragment

The feeling stirred 
by dawn 
sliding through a 
dirty window
is our
everything.

The longing to bathe
in fluid light,
to swim 
in gold poured
from a fortunately
broken sun:

that’s the hope
carrying us all
through
cold,
through dark.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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