Thursday, August 25, 2011

1950s SMALL TOWN LIFE/untitled poem



I sit on the brink of the Pastel World of Evening
I want to ask but I feel I have no right
They have allowed me this one pleasure-
To watch the heavens darken into night

I'd like to ask for you to be here with me
To see transition, soft and mild and cool
I would love to see this earthly scene made heaven
But to want so much would make me seem a fool



Susan J. Skinner

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