The Lark
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The Lark

November Brought to Mind in Late July

Photo by Niklas Hamann on Unsplash

Oh! the lack of light, the all-day twilight!
How can a body live through this visual misery?
Even the trees have no leaves.
And the clinging cold!

We wake to the rumbling thunder of blood,
Pumping hearts, twisted hearts,
this shadow and I squeeze
Into the thick silences of trees.



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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can