CLOSURE

Interrupted night’s sleep

At 4:30 am

Supposed to be 5:30.

Summertime.

Light sleep.

Alarm that shocks a dream

With a fall into the crack

Of dawn.

Just now the Muses danced

All night

At times gentle fingers

Chafed my skin

The web of yearning’s sorrow

Spun a leathery carpet

For sailing about the dormant

City

To the spaces where the artist

Had been

Acknowledged with his mystic

Realism he’d created

Afraid the circle of his life

Rushes toward a closure.

CLOSURE.ERUSOLC

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

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